It appears I am in good company in this waiting room. I have RedLegMeg to my left, and Sarah to my right. Heck, I think all of us are waiting. Some of us are waiting for our loved ones to return, or to go, or orders, or PSC. I also doubt if any of us would say we are a patient bunch. But I think we should give ourselves credit where credit is due.
My family ran into a sort of glitch this past week. For 25 hours it was certainly not a glitch to me, but now it is a "glitch". It has become one of those things that happen to OUR families.
I had called my Dad to have a simple, lighthearted discussion, and it took a strange turn.
Dad: "Have you seen the news?"
Me: "No"
Dad: "I just heard DH's Brigade might have to go back to Iraq."
Me: "Well yeah, this is a long fight, we figured it would probably be 2 years, I haven't heard anything. When DH wants me to know, he will tell me. Because finding out about an upcoming deployment, changes things. It makes things weird."
Dad: "Yeah"
Me: "Well have a good day, we love you."
I really did not think much more of it, until DH got home from work and said "Have you seen the news?"
So there you have it.
I was not emotionally prepared for a deployment at this time, I thought we had another year. (Oh, and it could be 2-3 years, all of a sudden all is hush, and no one is talking.) People are tap dancing all over the place. So, it is a "rumor" now, Even though we heard it in a press release from one of the big dogs. So there is no news for me to hold on to. All is in flux.
I am proud of my DH, and is one of the best prepared soldiers I know. He loves his job, he knows his job, and he has a fantastic work ethic. Those are some of the reasons I married this guy.
I think for 24-25 hours the one thing that disturbed me most was finding out like we did. Finding out that my DH "could" be deployed in such a public fashion, had me feeling hurt, disrespected, angry, and disappointed. I was spitting mad, cursing fire mad for about a day.
I woke the next morning, OK. Plodding through my house with my coffee. Everything like I left it the day before, with everyone in it. Knowing, I do not have any power in this. I can only take care of these people in my reach. I can only set the example I want them to follow. I want to help build memories that are positive, and will make them laugh. Our time will come again, and whenever it is, it will always be too soon.
