So I am on orders to welcome back my unit from Iraq, and we had a group come in today. Since I've been in their shoes I know that the last thing you want to do is hang around the armory after you get home, so I should know better than to complain about anyone leaving. However, word got back to me that my "brother" was with the group and had already left. I started bawling uncontrollably, and most the people there couldn't understand why I was so emotional. Finally, one of the girls called my friend and told him I was sitting there crying because I didn't get to see him. Gotta love him, he drove back to see me. These hormones are insane!! I'm crying while I type this, ahhh!!