
Twelve months I waited for that deployment to end.
The last two months I’ve wanted to not end.
They have. In the wee hours of the morning, I’ll drop him off to start his journey to Drill Sgt school. I won’t see him again until November.
I really want to throw a fit. I’ve seen him so far all of 2 and a half months so far in 2010, 6 months in 2009. I realize it’s only two months. I also know it isn’t near as bad as deploying. But that doesn’t make the side of my brain that just wants to be with him any happier. I also know what comes at the end. He returns and a couple months later we move to Georgia where he takes on his newly trained role of Drill Sgt.
There are alot of positives to this. Really. No deployments for 2 years, good for his career, better climate for me (I hate WA and it’s wetness), and closer to PA. But What most people DON’T get is…he won’t be around. He will work from 4am to 10pm 6 days per week, and half days on Sundays for 13 straight weeks, then MAYBE get two days off before doing it again. The normal 2 weeks of leave in summer and 2 weeks in winter don’t happen that way. He’ll get some leave in winter for the holidays, but that’s pretty much it. And of course noone in their right minds wants to drive home for Christmas in the winter through the West Virginia mountains, so I’m not sure being close to PA is really that much of an advantage.
Basically I’ll see him for a few minutes before we go to sleep, and a couple days every few months. THIS is why we bought the second car. Because the truck will never be available to me.
Our kids are 15 and 17. These upcoming years will be most likely the last we have with them living at home. The last we get to do some things we want to do as a family. Go to Disney, go camping in the Smokies. These things will have to be squeezed in where possible.
Now, granted none of this is fact yet. But I trust the friend that gave me the info, since her husband was
just doing it himself. And I know I’ll deal with it with my usual suck it up and drive on hooah dressed in my big girl panties, kickin ass the whole way. It’s kinda my thing. And there is ONE big positive to it. None will be shooting at him, or trying to blow him up.
But now? RIGHT now?? I want to throw myself on the floor, fists and feet flailing about screaming “IT’S NOT FAIR!!” until I’m hoarse. And maybe glomp onto his leg and scream NO NO NO NO!!







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