when I was 9 years old in fourth grade, my dad deployed on fathers day. He had to go to afganistan (I think that's how you spell it) and I was so scared that solders would show up at our door, to tell us the "news". I was so scared to come home from school and find out I would never see him again, until heaven. I am so grateful that he came home without injury. He is here with us =, and I hope nothing will ever happen to him.