My 13 good Men

I drove out of Kansas a year and half ago today, leaving behind my old life after I signed a page that stated I was divorced and free from the man I married by mistake.
I was part of something while the marriage was legal, I was a army wife and my 13 good mens hero.
My best friends, "the guys", my blackhawk boys.
They took me under their wing and protected me when I couldn't be tough.
They are my brothers and in a way my sons, our mutal love for each other is nothing more then honest to god friendship.
I miss them more and more everyday, my divorce was only to separate me and the Mistake.
My 13 good Men's deployment date got bumped up and without warning they were shipping out. I didn't get to say good-bye and I told them all not to tell me those words, we would all meet up again and laugh like before.
Even with my young age they say me as a elder, even if they had ten years over me I had the comfort of a mother.
now a year and five months has past since they have seen home or had a decent laugh. I pray for them and their safe trips home, I love their families and try my hardest to keep their wives strong. Thats is something in my life you can't just walk away from.
I felt lucky..just to know my Men were all okay but last month I sat in Kansas and cried with the others as the trumpet played, the rifles fired off a final salute, and I sit here now...My 13 Good Men, now just 12.