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I am the wife of an infantryman who returned almost three years ago from Iraq. On the way to work this morning I heard Mrs. Geddry's excerpt from her letter, and had to take a minute to compose myself before walking into my office. Last night my husband paced the floors, telling me as he came to bed "I can feel my brothers around me".

My husband is getting better all the time, but there have been moments in the last three years when I am grateful for my professional training as a pastoral counselor. One thing I would like to hear about is a discussion around providing family members tools to support their loved ones. I've often wondered how this time would have gone if I hadn't had the training I do.

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