What a military spouse knows...

A friend posted this on Facebook so I thought I'd share it here.  I honestly laughed and teared up a little, because some of the statements are so true!  I've added a few comments of my own in orange :)


As many of you know, my husband came home from our third deployment not too long ago. During the deployment, a reporter asked me to share “What I Knew” about deployments and military life. This was my answer:
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.  (Enough said.)

• 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.  (Seriously it's the ONLY time we have geckos or cockroaches in the house!  Did you know the cockroaches over here are the size of the palm of your hand and can fly directly at you?  Did you also know that it doesn't matter how often you clean, scrub, or spray for them- those nasty suckers still find their way into your home- and almost always right at bedtime! )

• 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. (Since his first deployment, the National Anthem has never sounded the same.  I pray I never forget that.)

• 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. (Absolutely and without shame!)

• 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. (I dread all this every single time, but unfortunately it's something we have to do.)

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

• Rosie the Riveter was right: We can do it.  (Yes, we can!)

• 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. (They are moments that you will never, ever forget!)

• Anger will grip me and depression can hold me, but another military spouse will steady me. (These ladies are truly amazing!  We share a bond that I can't begin to describe- it's incredible and I'm so thankful for them!)

• 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 protesters 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 (Me, too!  I've done this 3 times now.), rappel from the side of a cliff, shoot a double-barreled shotgun (Does a can of Raid count?), 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 can't even begin to tell you what's it's like to get an unexpected knock at the door while they are gone.  It's the absolute scariest feeling in the world.)

• 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. (If you really, really think about it, it is amazing.  He is so good and I'm so proud of him!)

• 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.

Our lives aren't the most ideal at times, but those special moments make it all so worth it.   He's been gone for 6 or 7 weeks now and we've missed him so much!  He was supposed to fly in this afternoon, but he flight got pushed back 12 hours and now he's arriving in the middle of the night.  It's unfortunate, but it happens.  So I'm off to bed now and when I wake up in the morning, my wonderful and amazing husband will be laying by my side.  I can't think of a better way to wake up in the morning! :)