Deployment Summary 2012

Merry Christmas from Afghanistan!

Months, weeks, now DAYS!

I can't even believe that after 7 months of Jared being away, we finally get to be together in less than a week. Is this week dragging on? YES! I knew that it would, but I feel as if the days are just slowly creaping by. I still have a long to-do list to finish before he comes home next Monday. I need to finish painting the stairs, grocery shopping, deep clean the house, clean out the car, and then get my hair cut and colored.

Since I knew that Jared was coming home shortly after Christmas, I decided to just stay in Colorado Springs for the holidays. Like I have said before, "Holidays apart are not fun, but they are manageable". I felt really lonely for Christmas this year, even though I spent it with other Army wives and co-workers. There is something to say about how much your husband and family really means. I have really taken for granted how much my family means to me. It didn't help the fact that they are all together right now! I love both sides of our family!!

Dear Soldier

Ok I died laughing when I first read this. Shelley, is one of the army wives I hang out with, and her son's class was writing thank you letters to deployed soldiers for Veteran's Day. This is a letter that one of the boys wrote...

"Dear soldier, or marine, or something? Thank you to protect our country. This note is from Soaring Eagles Elementary, but if you guys don't fight the germans our country will be destroyed by now. here's a picture of my family and I go Call of duty modern wherefare 3!!!!!"

Sincerly,

Your Name

...apparently our soldiers are fighting the Germans... 

Air Force Football

Air Force Academy vs. UNLV football game 2011

            Since I work at the Hampton Inn & Suites Air Force Academy here in Colorado Springs, I get to go to a lot of the Air Force football games. I went to three this year: San Diego, Army, and UNLV. The stadium is huge and it is always so much fun to go to the games. I was so excited when my boss gave me three tickets to go to the Air Force-Army game. I was waiting all year for that game, and I wasn't sure if I could get tickets or not. Thank goodness I have an awesome boss who bought me three!! I almost cried when he told me! I invited Greg and Julie to come down and go with me. Unfortunately, Army lost...but I was still cheering for them (that was the only game I was against Air Force). Lauri Bumann is our Assistant GM, and she always goes with me to these games. I love her! She is like a second mom to me. I am excited for the games next year! 

The Cadets marching in for the National Anthem. I cry every time they march in. I miss MY soldier!

The love the parachuetters!! Everyone in the stadium looks to the sky for the fly over of the jets, and then right after that four cadet parachuetters jump out of a plane. Each of them carrying a different flag (Air Force, American, Colorado, and then the opposing team's flag). They actually land right in the middle of the field...amazing! This is probably my favorite part about the Air Force football games. 

Well Said...

A few things I have learned to know

"As I forced my hands to unfurl from his neck, feeling the familiar sting in my nose as tears pushed against my will, the words rattled and echoed in my brain. “Not again.”

I watched him walk away–that uniform, identifiable gait—and my heart bent and splintered as the reality of a third deployment began to shower over me.

I picked up the phone, dialing the numbers my numb fingers always meander toward, and sat in silence while she tried to ease my pain. “I can’t imagine…He will be home….I’m here.”

And then she said six words that shot through my ears, penetrated my brain, and stiffened my spine: “You know how to do this.”

She was right. I do know how to do this. I intimately know the all-too familiar lump in my throat. The year of being both father and mother, making the best of a situation. I know exactly how one year feels  as I X each day off my calendar. And I know how to ensure that while our lives are on hold, we still live.
The truth is I know a lot:

• The thought of being alone for a year doesn’t bother me. The fear of being alone for a lifetime—does.

• Flat rate boxes can hold twenty whoopee cushions, four kindergarten projects, and five perfume-scented letters.

• Technology can be a double-edged sword—one side delivering his face; the other a brutal live-action feed of explosions and camouflaged body parts.

• Murphy’s Law is a constant companion. The moment he walks out the door, anything that can break, collapse, bleed, or explode–will .

• Five hours of uninterrupted sleep is a gift from the deployment gods

• Holidays are hard, but manageable.

• Deployments come and go, but sand from his boots never leaves.

• Nothing can replace a handwritten letter. Through those beautifully folded pages, he is holding my hand again.

• When the National Anthem is played, I know goosebumps will rise on my arms, and a lump will fill my throat.

• The silence in communication following a war zone attack is agonizing.

• Laughter is a powerful ally.

• Each deployment offers two options: grow or regress. This is a choice.

• Cereal is always a dinner option.

• Videos of lost teeth, ballerina recitals, and preschool graduations can be emailed to Iraq nearly instantly.

• Five powers of attorney and the intimate details of his will are needed to navigate a deployment.

• White out blizzards can actually bury a truck in five minutes.

• Rosie the Riveter was right: We can do it.

• Children cling to hope and the promise of tomorrow.

• Living in each moment together is possible when facing the fear that it could be your last.

• Welcome home kisses are sweeter than the finest chocolate.

• Anger will grip me and depression can hold me, but another military spouse will steady me.

• A six-year-old child can feel the absence of her father so deeply that she can suffer from clinical depression.

• A military spouse will often hold her/his tongue, silencing a story, for fear of sounding “unpatriotic.”

• The sound of a bugle can make my heart swell with pride or collapse in sorrow.

• Duct tape and a monkey wrench can fix nearly anything.

• Despite the protestors and those who tell me I “knew” what I was getting into, I know there are countless American citizens who will go above and beyond to show they support us.

There are many things I know.
I know how to change the brakes on my truck, rappel from the side of a cliff, shoot a double-barreled shotgun, balance a checkbook, earn my keep, and kiss a child enough to feel like two.
But there are still so many things I don’t know.

• I don’t know how to start my heart again when I see a death notification car on my street.

• When that knock echoes on the door of my neighbor, I don’t know how to forgive myself when I am relieved.

• I don’t know how to hug him enough to last a lifetime, or kiss him just so in order to feel satisfied—should our reunion be at the foot of a pine box.

• I’m not willing to learn how to pretend he doesn’t exist, to keep him out of our life while it goes on without him, or to build a wall so high he has no way to scale it.

• I don’t know how to stop his panic attacks, and I have no idea how to make my nightmares of rampant bombs and lifeless limbs disappear.

• I don’t know how to adjust to his presence in my house when our floor rarely feels the weight of his boots.

• I don’t know how to tell his small children that, yes, he leaves them all the time. But because he loves them so deeply, he is willing to die to keep them free.

• I can’t understand those who would question my desire to stay with him, or how I can peacefully sleep beside a “killer.”

• I am amazed and confounded that despite all he has seen, he still has the courage to laugh.

• I don’t’ know how to give up on my family.

But, most importantly:
I have no clue how to still my pounding heart when he finally walks through our door again, I don’t know how to pull my hands from his sand-stained neck and say goodbye, and I don’t know how to ever walk away from a man who stands while many choose to sit.