missing him tonight

The other night I had a fairly bad dream. My husband was home, but he was still in uniform and carrying around his weapon. We were looking out our backyard talking with one of his fellow officers, when we see enemy troops attacking us. So my husband and the other soldier run towards the attackers shooting their weapons while I run into my neighbors house (not sure why) and  start looking for a gun (we have some in our house). Makes me appreciate that at least the war is not in my backyard. As a nation that barely seems to notice that we are at war (aside from all the spending on it) I think we should take a moment to be thankful that we don't have to worry about enemy troops attacking us in our homes. oh, and I really miss my husband right now.