Well my trip to see my husband could have been better. But seeing him makes everything worth it. My luggage didn't make it with me on my last flight so I didn't get it until the next morning. My husband's Company was the only one who had to secure from Liberty on Sunday instead of Monday. The worst part though was that he got very sick. He was tired, feverish, and achey all day Saturday. We finally got a thermometer and on Sunday his temprature was 103.5. I took him to the Naval hospital on base. His temprature there was only 99. The doctor thought it was either strep throat or Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever since my husband had found a tick on him a few days earlier. They took a throat culture and blood sample and prescribed penicillin and Tylenol in the mean time. We walked downstairs from the emergancy room (it was Easter Sunday nothing else was open) and picked up his prescrition at the pharmacy just like that. We went back to our hotel and he started feeling bad again. His temprature went back up to 102.5. This was maybe an hour before he had to leave to report back to his company. I wanted him to go back to the hospital but he called the doctor and found that there really wasn't anything that he could do. So even though the officer on duty would have let him report in later so he could rest some more, he went in on time. Sometimes it's frustrating that my husband is such a good Marine, because he doesn't take an opportunity like that. But at the same time I know that it's a reflection of his character as a person and that's something that I love about him.