Yesterday the shootings at Ft. Hood took place. It seems weird to do anything else today because my mind is never far from thinking about those families affected by this tragedy. As an Army family, you instantly feel a comraderie with other Army families. When you meet another Army spouse, it's like you just know them. The problems they have, the concerns, the worry, the struggle...you just know what it's like to walk in their shoes. These soldiers were preparing to deploy or just returning home. These soldiers were soon going to be saying goodbye to their loved ones, missing their spouse, missing their kids, missing Christmas and birthdays. When they got up yesterday, they had no idea that one of "their own" would walk into a building with the intent to kill them. Soldiers that had managed to make it through a year in a war zone, make it home safely, to have their life taken away by someone who was supposed to be respected as an officer of the Army.

I fight back tears so often today because I'm just in awe. How could this happen? I know this situation could have played out anywhere and it does...more often than we care to think of....but an Army post? To soldiers?

So heartbreaking. I'm so sad for the families of the wounded and deceased. It seems surreal.

God bless Ft. Hood families. God bless the Army and DA civilians. The extended Army family is saddened beyond belief and we'll all be standing by waiting to see what we can each do to help pick up the pieces.