Sherill

by Sherill Fogelson
(Afghanistan)

I’m on my second deployment to Afghanistan. I got here in March 2009, and about three weeks into the deployment I found out that a very good friend from my home church passed in January suddenly at 40 years old, leaving behind a husband and two awesome children, along with a wonderful family and friends who loved her very much. I tried contacting a few people to find out what had happened and no one got back with me. I felt very hurt by the church and stopped praying or going to church.

A few months later we lost several of our Soldiers and I was close with two of them; one I know his wife and three small boys.
Work is very busy and there’s no chance to properly grieve over here, we can’t go to the funeral or visit the grave, or be with our family and the old friends in our lives.

November 27th my 14 year old nephew passed away. Although he was born disabled and never had a life; he was fed through tubes, in and out of the hospitals having multiple surgeries, and pneumonia and I know that he’s in heaven sitting on Jesus’ lap and running and playing, the pain is so great that I can’t stuff my feelings away any longer. I’m angry at work and remorseful and cry at night. My work is being affected and I’ve crossed several lines of disrespect which is definately affecting my career.
That’s where I’m at today.