Hardest goodbye

My dad was driving me to the airport to come back to Vegas after leave this year and I had a pit in my stomach...I really didn't want to get on the airplane. It was really good break, I saw a lot of the family and had a good time. But each trip home now is just a reminder of what I am missing while I am gone. And nothing I do at work is fun any more...I had to come back to the squadron and help decide who to kick out next month, and the month after that, and the month after that. That was the hardest goodbye I've had in a long time in the AF, maybe ever.