OPSEC and Ham

I saw this on facebook last night and thought of what perfectly appropriate timing it was. Even if I did know when Andrew was coming home (super dooper soon!) it's safer to keep it to myself. It's nothing personal, but my soldier's safety is absolutely, positively my number one priority.

I am Sam.
Sam I am.
Do you like OPSEC and ham? I do not get it, Sam I am.
I do not get OPSEC and ham.

 We must use it here and there.
We must use it everywhere.
You CAN share it in a car.
But you CANNOT in a bar.
You CANNOT share it in a text.
You CANNOT share it at the NEX.
You CAN say it in your house.
But should NOT tell a random spouse.
You CAN say it in the shower.
But do NOT go sharing at happy hour.
DON'T make the Ombudsman sweat.
DON'T post it on the internet.
You CANNOT share it in a tweet.
That would not be very sweet.
Beware of Facebook and Myspace too.
It's tempting to let your feelings through.
You CANNOT tell it to a friend.
NOT even at the very end.
It is a privilege to know a date.
DON'T tell ANYONE or they may be late!
Oh, I get it, Sam I am.
Now I get OPSEC and ham!
I will not tell anyone.

I will keep hushed until they're done!
I will not tell him or her.

I will not tell my dog with fur.
I will not tell my child's teacher.

 I will not tell any creature.
Thank you, THANK YOU, Sam I am.
Thank you for clearing up OPSEC and Ham!!!

But the fact of the matter is that nobody on God's green earth knows exactly when Andrew will be home. I suppose it is better that way, but it's driving me stark-raving mad knowing that soon my favorite person in the whole wide world will be mine, all mine for two full weeks!