But I didn't have any new answers for my questions. I've tried, but I know people are busy and maybe they're tired of this idea. I don't know. The Internet goes fast.
But I thought I'd do at LEAST one more-- and answer the questions myself.
I love that I “get it”—I love that the Army terms, routines, rituals, rites, and the whole patriotic mess mean more to me because I understand it and I have been blessed to live it.
The sheer unpredictability of the military makes me absolutely nuts sometimes. Joy and grief and maybes and probably-won't's and the dreaded "should"...this roller coaster is not for the faint of heart.
We got married in between my classes ending and finals beginning, during “dead day” at the University of Arizona. We had two days together as a little honeymoon, and he flew back to Kansas on Mother’s Day. I began finals the day after. During the regular semester, I had one name. For finals, I had another. It would be nearly two full months before we’d see each other again, after he had finished NTC and found us a home. I learned to drive, packed up my life, and copied down all of his mother’s recipes. J This all seems so old-fashioned to me now, but something tells me spouses still get married like this sometimes and will have their own “on their own” stories to tell.
I'd really love to hear from you. What story do you have to share about just starting military life? Or life in general? Leave me a comment. Or two. :)