It has almost been 10 months since my husband, my sons' father, has lived in our home for more than a week. 10 months! June of last year he started pre-deployment training 2 hours away from us. And no it isn't close to being over, we still have at least 5 long months to go. Our 2 year old asks me every single day when his Dad is coming home. I made the mistake of telling him that right after his Birthday Daddy will be home... now every day he asks for his birthday. He thinks that once he gets a cupcake and blows out his candles Daddy will magically appear. HUGE mistake on my part. Especially when we really have no idea when he will return.
Don't let anyone fool you, it is a TOUGH tough life to live. The strongest people I have ever met in my life are the soldiers my husband is honored to work next to, and most importantly their families. Every single Military wife I have met ( somehow I seem to have avoided the not so great ones) has influenced me, held me together when I wanted to crumble, and most importantly influenced me to be a better STRONGER person. They are all women that I never would have crossed paths with in my life had the Army not brought us together, but I thank God everyday that it did. Especially through this deployment. From the closest friends that know every ounce of my life, to the ones I merely get to keep up with via Facebook posts and pictures- everyone has influenced me in some way. And for all of them I am grateful.
The past week has been a rough week for Army Aviation. A majority of civilians have no idea that there were two helicopter crashes from the same unit in a 5 day span. 6 killed 1 injured. You know why You may have not heard about it? The news is busy covering BS like Justin Beiber's shenanigans, the latest youtube viral video,and how much everyone hates our president ( I don't know what the news covers actually, not only do I not have time but watching the frivolousness that our country reports while knowing what is going on behind the scenes in our war zones is infuriating ). Your FB friends probably never "shared" anything about it because they were busy posting their awesome pictures of how wasted they got on St. Patricks day or complaining about how much they HATE going to work on Monday.
Fortunately and unfortunately for us Army wives, we don't have to watch the news to find out. We get the text from our deployed husband that just says...
Our internet is being shut off. I love you and I'm ok.Watch for the news.
Your stomach ties in knots yet you want to feel relieved. Relieved that it's not YOUR soldier but sickness knowing it is someone elses' . Is it your best friend whose husband flies that aircraft and is in that unit? Is it the husband of that girl you met a few times during flight school but still keep in touch with via Facebook? It IS someone's pilot, it IS someone's crew chief. It is SOMEONE'S son/daughter, husband/wife, FATHER/MOTHER. Maybe you don't know them, but they are still one of your own. And all you can do is search the internet, text your friends, wait, and pray. Pray pray pray... sometimes with this life it is all that we can do.
The hardest part is seeing the pictures of these heroes. You look at them in their uniform and you picture your husband in that same uniform. You picture every service member you know. It could be anyone. And has hard of a pill as it is to swallow- in time it just may be anyone.
And we think that WE have it hard over here without them? Imagine what our soldiers are going through over THERE. We can't, no one can understand unless they've stood in their boots . All we can do is be grateful for what they do every single day to protect US over here.
Do what you can to show that you appreciate them- send a little care package ( it only costs 13$ flat rate) reach out to the families, offer an ear to listen when they need it, and most importantly DON'T take your freedom for granted... someone is working really hard to earn that just for you.
Chief Warrant Officer James E. Groves III, 37,