Military Wife

[janiedriver]

Warning: Get out some tissues!

Military Wife--recent article

This is a story from the Sacramento Bee local paper on Sunday, August 15, 2004... It says the things we all know but find it hard to express some times. So, this is dedicated to all our wives.

A military wife encounters a World War II veteran at the store.

By Paige Swiney

It was just another harried Wednesday afternoon trip to the commissary. My husband was off teaching young men to fly. My daughters were going about their daily activities knowing I would return to them at the appointed time, bearing, among other things, their favorite fruit snacks, frozen pizza and all the little extras that never had to be written down on a grocery list. My grocery list, by the way, was in my 16-month-old daughter's mouth, and I was lamenting the fact that the next four aisles of needed items would remain uncertain while extracting the last of my list from my daughters mouth when I nearly ran over an old man. This man clearly had no appreciation for the fact that I had
45 minutes left to finish the grocery shopping, pick up my 4-year old from tumbling class and get to school, where my 12-year-old and her car pool mates would be waiting.

I knew men didn't belong in a commissary, and this old guy was no exception. He stood in front of the soap selection staring blankly, as if he'd never had to choose a bar of soap in his life. I was ready to bark an order at him when I realized there was a tear on his face.

Instantly, this grocery isle roadblock transformed into a human. "Can I help you find something?" I asked.

He hesitated, and then told me he was looking for soap.

"Any one in particular?" I continued.

"Well, I'm trying to find my wife's brand of soap." I started to loan him my cell phone to call her when he said, "She died a year ago, and I just want to smell her again."

Chills rah down my spine. I don't think the 22,000-pound Mother of all Bombs could have had the same impact. As tears welled up in my eyes, my half-eaten grocery list didn't seem so important. Neither did fruit snacks or frozen pizza.

I spent the remainder of my time in the commissary that day listening to a man tell the story of how Important his wife was to him -- how she took care of their children while he served our country. A retired, decorated World War II pilot who flew missions to protect Americans still needed the protection of a woman who served him at home.

My life was forever changed that day. Every time my husband works too late or leaves before the crack of dawn, I try to remember the sense of importance I felt that day in the commissary. Some times the monotony of laundry, housecleaning, grocery shopping and taxi driving leaves military wives feeling empty -- the kind of emptiness that is rarely fulfilled when our husbands come home and don't want to or can't talk about work.

We need to be reminded, at times, of the important role we fill for our family and for our country.

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Over the years, I've talked a lot about military spouses... how special they are and the price they pay for freedom too. The funny thing is; most military spouses don't consider themselves different from other spouses. They do what they have to do, bound together not by blood or merely friendship, but with a shared spirit whose origin is in the very essence of what love truly is. Is there truly a difference? I think there is. You have to decide for yourself.

Other spouses get married and look forward to building equity in a home and putting down family roots. Military spouses get married and know they'll live in base housing or rent, and their roots must be short so they can be transplanted frequently.

Other spouses decorate a home with flair and personality that will last a lifetime. Military spouses decorate a home with flare tempered with the knowledge that no two base houses have the same size windows or same size rooms. Curtains have to be flexible and multiple sets are a plus. Furniture must fit like puzzle pieces.

Other spouses have living rooms that are immaculate and seldom used. Military spouses have immaculate living room/dining room combos. The coffee table got a scratch or two moving from Germany, but it still looks pretty good.

Other spouses say good-bye to their spouse for a business trip and know they won't see them for a week. They are lonely, but can survive. Military spouses say good-bye to their deploying spouse and know they won't see them for months, or for a remote, a year. They are lonely, but will survive.

Other spouses, when a washer hose blows off, call Maytag and then write a check out for having the hose reconnected. Military spouses will cut the water off and fix it themselves.

Other spouses get used to saying "hello" to friends they see all the time. Military spouses get used to saying "good-bye" to friends made the last two years.

Other spouses worry about whether their child will be class president next year. Military spouses worry about whether their child will be accepted in yet another school next year and whether that school will be the worst in the city... again.

Other spouses can count on spouse participation in special events... birthdays, anniversaries, concerts, football games, graduation, and even the birth of a child. Military spouses only count on each other; because they realize that the flag has to come first if freedom is to survive. It has to be that way.

Other spouses put up yellow ribbons when the troops are imperiled across the globe and take them down when the troops come home. Military spouses wear yellow ribbons around their hearts and they never go away.

Other spouses worry about being late for mom's Thanksgiving dinner. Military spouses worry about getting back from Japan in time for dad's funeral.

And other spouses are touched by the television program showing an elderly lady putting a card down in front of a long, black wall that has names on it. The card simply says, "Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. You would have been sixty today." A military spouse is the lady with the card, and the wall is the Vietnam Memorial.

I would never say military spouses are better than other spouses are. But I will say there is a difference. And I will say that our country asks more of military spouse than is asked of other spouses. And I will say, without hesitation, that military spouses pay just as high a price for freedom as do their active duty husbands and wives. Perhaps the price they pay is even higher. Dying in service to our country isn't near as hard as loving someone who has died in service to our country, and having to live without them.

God bless our military spouses for all they freely give. And God bless America.

By Colonel Steven Arrington

17th Training Wing Vice Commander

Goodfellow AFB, Texas

[medxray1]

Well said Janie:

As a 'Brit' and an Ex-Serviceman who was involved with both the 1984 Falklands Conflict and the 1990-1991 Gulf War your message brings home a lot of truths. Not just for those in conflict but also those special people we/they leave behind to 'hold the fort' & on unfortunately many an occasion 'to pick up the pieces that are left'.

I feel strongly that those individuals whether they are called to bear arms in conflict and also those left behind for whatever reason deserve the full support of everyone else ------ after all no one wants to lose a loved one or even go to war. But sometimes these things have to be done.

Given a chance to turn back the clock, I would to prevent the events I went through (which are nothing compared to millions of others before me) but I cannot.

And as was said we should not forget those left behind whether they be female or male.

We all do what we have to do when the time comes not just because someone tells you to, but because it's our patriotic duty and responsibility to ourselves, our family, our respective country and our freedom.

From a proud ex-serviceman to all others God bless us all.

[janiedriver]

Giod Bless, medxray1, and I'm glad you made it safely home.

[janiedriver]

A moving video clip:
http://www.clermontyellowribbon.com/untilthenflash.htm

[catachresis]

I agree that we ought to firmly support our nation's servicemen and women: even more than our police, firemen and emergency personnel, soldiers bodily commit themselves to defending the security of the state and its citizens. They literally do lay their lives on the line for the ideal of political integrity. They exemplify one foundational ideal of citizenship. And their families also deserve to be venerated and supported for the same reason -- each soldier is a solemn gift entrusted by a family.

However, to honour the ideal of the citizen-soldier requires that soldiers live and fight as citizens who strive to secure the best principles of the nation they protect. They cannot merely accept orders, though obedience is a requirement of military discipline. Military service cannot be treated as just another contracted division of the service industry, employing shift-workers and office managers.

I truly do respect the office of the soldier, but the recent litany of problems in Iraq compels me to assert that with the obligation that we respect our soldiers must come an obligation to make them responsible for their choices (as well as our own).

[medxray1]

I support "catachresis" in his views with one slight difference:

"that we ought to firmly support our nation's servicemen and women: even more than our police, firemen and emergency personnel"

- I disagree, these (often voluntary) people regularily place themselves in a great deal of danger to save other individuals placed in a position either through negligence, stupidity, accident, deliberate or otherwise, and in my esteem these voluntary people rate very highly. After all what would we do without them.

God bless all those people military or civilian who strive either through their normal or voluntary work to endevour to preserve the safe way of life we would all like to enjoy.