OIF Deployment 2005 to 2006

This Is Torture

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Feb 192010

It’s been 7 months now since I last saw my husband. I have less than a month until I finally get two weeks with him. But of course the closer that gets, the slower the time goes. I’m trying everything to absorb my time, and my mind, and somtimes it works. We’re back to not getting to talk all that much, that isn’t helping. So far I have…

* Gotten my “nook” from Barnes and Noble. I added several books to it this week such as Rhett Butler’s People, Twenties Girl, The Blind Side, The Lovely Bones, The Last Song (Nicholas Sparks), and Dragon Keeper. I started with Rhett Butler (shocking right?) and so far I’m enjoying it. Reading on this thing is awesome. I really can’t explain why. Aside from carrying a purse sized library around, and not having to turn pages or worry about losing my place.

*Played through Dragon Age: Origins yet again. But this time I wrote (well I’m still writing) my character’s story. I even gave it it’s own blog. That way, if I want to do it again with my next playthrough, or continue it with the expansion, I’m not flooding this blog with it.

Between the reading, playing and writing the days do seem to go faster. But after seven months…just not fast enough.

It's Over…

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Dec 012006

It feels like it was all a long drawn out nightmare. I went to the hangar yesterday after hearing the plane was landing in 20 minutes down the road at Eileson. I dropped my daughter’s lunch off, and promptly fell on my ass, buising both my left hip and butt. That hurts today. I then stopped at the shopette to get something quick to eat and headed over to the hangar where the guys would be bused in. I didn’t take my camera, just my palm corder. So there are no pics of our greeting. But I’m sure you can imagine.

In four years I have never spotted him in even the small company formations. This time I did. I watched all the rows march past me, and was going to stick with my plan to just stand and let him find me. That’s what we agreed on. Well then the last row passed and there he was. I have the video, I’ll upload and post it later. You can see exactly (and hear) when I spotted him, because the camera gets very shakey. I’m talking it looks like earthquake footage. I waited and waited for the Col’s short speech to end, and it was short. Under a minute actually. As soon as dismissed was called I was of like hell wouldn’t have me, I saw him starting to move, and as he turned I leaped…literally flew into his arms, feet OFF the floor, and he, to his credit caught me in the air. And stayed on his feet. It can’t be easy catching 118 pounds of flying wife but he did…lol!

Now it’s like he never left. Like I woke up from a long nightmare. The only thing making it real is the stories he’s been telling me about his time there. And I could listen to that all day. He’s very open about things he did, saw etc, both good and not, and I’m relieved about that. And I love listening. We stepped right back into place when he walked into the house. He hasn’t really missed much, with our children being over. And with a 13 year old daughter, what he has missed he’d rather deny happening…lol! The biggest difference was going to sleep last night, being able to turn off my computer, not worry, and not sit here waiting to hear from him. I can now look across the room and speak to him whenever I want. Life is good.

To my friends with soldiers still deployed, who are dealing with everything I just put behind me (temporary though it might be) I wish this for you, and pray that you have happy reunions and your time passes quickly.

Can It Be?

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Nov 302006

Could I actually be done with this deployment? After so many long days, and let downs this week, where I went back to deployment mode from excited waiting I can’t believe it. I’m back to excited waiting now, butterflies in my stomach. I feel like after 15 months I’m meeting this wonderful man I’ve been dating and falling in love with online. Seriously, that’s what it feels like. For us it’s almost a new beginning. We managed to actually come out of this stronger as a couple, and that’s a good thing. I’ve seen too many troubled marriages blamed on deployment, and I believe now more than before it has to be shakey to start with if a separation can destroy it. Just my opinion.

I have learned alot in the last 15 and a half months. I’ve realized I have more patience than anyone thought, including me. I’m a hell of alot stronger than I ever gave myself credit for. But I’m ready for the credits to roll and to exit stage left now. Hair and makeup is done, I’m dressed, and ready to walk out that door. Just waiting for the call….And it looks like the kids are going to be in school when he gets in, so I get some time alone with him. Guess it’s time to see if everything still works like it did before the hysterectomy…*grins* sorry TMI:P

Same Shit Different Day

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Nov 282006

Still waiting. Waiting for updates, news, him, life to be normal again. Waiting to know he’s safe, waiting to get ready, waiting waiting waiting. This is supposed to be a happy time. Every day that passes with no news, feels like hell. Every day that we wait is another day I won’t have with him before he goes to school for a month, another day we don’t get to ourselves as a family before company comes to visit for two weeks. Another night that I go to bed alone. Another day that I get to tell my children “I don’t know” when they ask when is Daddy coming, especially since they see so many of their friends getting their’s back. Another day that I have to tell his family “I don’t know”. I don’t want another day of I don’t know. I want our happy ending. I want it yesterday. Most of all I just want to know he’s safe.

Stick A Spork In Me

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Nov 262006

I’m mentally whipped. I’m angry. I’m angry that no matter how many times I say I don’t want to hear rumors they keep getting blabbed in my ear, and then the blabber gets pissed when I actually get cranky about it. I just want my husband home. At the very least I want him out of that place. If I have to wait a little longer to get him here that’s ok if I just knew he was out of there. Geez I thought the last 15 months was hard, but this is pure torture. Don’t take me wrong, I’m excited, my heart races just thinking about it. I’m just out of patience. Anyone that knows me knows that for me to hold on to what little patience I was born with (which wasn’t much) is a miracle in itself. Now I’m hanging on by a very thin thread. I have one nerve left and heaven help the person that gets on it.