Friday, April 17, 2020

Danny has improved, although the past twenty-four hours have been rough. With the help of strong antibiotics that if I were to be asked to spell in here to save my life I couldn't, his fever has reduced. The doctor is moving on to the next phase already. He says the right leg must go if Danny is to survive or else we will be dealing with a secondary infection that will be definitely fatal. The surgeon will be in to speak with us in the morning. I just do not know how I will explain to my son, if he retains that much mental capacity, that his leg is gone. God can be a cruel taskmaster, but the future is crueler yet.

I got word Wes, my brother, was killed in action. As our military attempted to pull their assets out, the Iraqi government launched an all-out strike to try to keep it there for their floundering country. Iraq is on the verge of collapse. It seems this virus is bad enough America will not be launching a counter-strike. They will be leaving damage done. They got all the equipment out. There will be no funeral though, his body has to be cremated for safety concerns. The DoD notified my mother of the decision. I saw the rest on CNN. The soldiers who went and survived the conflict are being isolated in the desert, location is not being revealed for safety concerns.

This whole past two weeks has turned into hell. How can the world go from normal to upside down so quickly? I have not told Cassy yet about Wes. She has enough on her mind, but it will kill her. After all, she was his before she was mine. And I will still need to tell Danny too. But Danny still does not know the truth...