The last step...

I keep telling myself I'm going to post on here more, and just haven't got to it. Alberto has finally reached Afghanistan. I'm finding the time has begun to move along more quickly but now I have come at a loss for words. What is it one says to a man at war? Part of me wants to know nothing but that he's alright and at the same time in the back of my mind, I'm pondering whats really going on and his tasks at hand. I know I shouldn't ask though for many reasons. I suppose I will continue to tell him what we have going on and sending pictures.
I know the munchkin wants to message him but I'm not sure if at this point that's too much or not. I suppose I could always ask but maybe that's not a position I should put him in. I feel as though I'm unsure of what to or not to say all of a sudden. Its really not good I need to just keep going with our conversations as if he was still here.
All I know is this is the last step to his return home and that is a great feeling.