Saturday morning - at the Whitehorse airport – saying goodbye was very emotional! Natasha, who was already in tears, was waiting for me. Soon Paula and Ashley were crying and then I. We all hugged, spoke in private that it was going to be ok and I will be back in 6 months. Natasha, holding me, crying into my shoulder, whisper s, “please come home alive Dad”. I left the girls and went through security and continued to weep on the plane for what seemed like hours later. Man, I am going to miss to my girls sooo much. It will be grade 12 graduation time when I see Ashley again. On the plane, to my surprise I met up Brad Finnson on the plane, who had traveled to Afghanistan a long time ago and gave me some advice.
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