Sunday, February 21, 2010

These days are rough

Patricia gave me a copy of Military Spouse magazine, and I couldn't read it without wanting to cry. There is an article about three World War II vets who visit the airport every day to great service members coming home. They are getting older. One has cancer. Another walks with a cane. But they go every day, and they get there early and watch for planes all day. I nearly started bawling reading the article.

I don't think a service member ever stops being a service member, no matter how long he or she serves. There is something different about them, the drive to help, the kindness in their eyes. It's innate.

I feel the safest when I am with Adam. It's not only that he's a good shot. He's also attentive, aware. I'm pretty oblivious. I'm surprised I've never been mugged (knock on wood). When we are out, he watches out for me. He looks for sketchy men eyeing me. He protects me. He ensures I'm all right 24/7.

I've been unsettled lately. I've been more crabby, more irritated, more detached. Maybe deployment is finally getting to me. Oddly, we won't be apart much longer, yet I'm feeling blue.

1 comment:

Valerie Ann Anzalone Spring said...

yvonne its kewl hunny. I always hate the end of the deployment the worst, can never tell if I want to laugh or cry, or both. Its like I know logically that he is almost home but my emotional nature says, WTF get home now. I have never been patient I hate the end of pregnancy for the same reason.
If you want to talk, give me a call. It is normal to... See More feel any emotion you feel. I agree that once someone has been in the service it changes them. I know living on the base in italy changed me. I sometimes feel paranoid cause if I take the same route home two times in a row , or I start going someplace every day at the same time I get the nerves if I do not alter my route. Sometimes at night one of the trains will come threw the area and the whistle will sound like the old alert siren in italy and I will wake up looking to grab the kids, bags pets and line them at the door for the transport trucks to grab to take us to base for evac. Than I realize I am not in italy. Takes me forever to go back to sleep those nights.