12 June, 2011

Military Monday (week 10)

I am the Woman...

I'm the woman standing behind you in line at the grocery store, eying the newest Support Our Troops magnet while paging through the latest issue of Modern Bride. The look on my face is complacent and my thoughts are thousands of miles away on some military base I've only been verbally described of over the phone.

I'm the woman in the next car with the windows rolled up and the glassy visage only on the road ahead. The radio is set to one of the local country stations which is currently playing "Letters From Home" ... But you can't hear it because you're talking to a family member or a friend on your cell phone. You catch a glance at the USMC sticker on the bumper of my car but you don't know that when the song reaches "my dearest love it's almost dawn, I've been laying here all night long, wondering where you might be," my heart breaks a thousand times.

I'm the woman who visits the Military wife website at odd hours of the night to find some kind of comfort for that lonesome feeling that has settled in the pit of my stomach.

I'm the woman who has fought an inner battle, trying to accept the path the man I love has chosen. I'm the woman who will willingly sacrifice my family, my home to follow a man clear across the world. I'm the woman who never asked for this but deals with it without complaint. (Most of the time.)

I'm the woman who swells with pride every time I see my Marine standing tall in his dress blues. I'm the one who spots a military sticker, license plate, or flag and feels a connection with it's owner, hoping that maybe she's not alone in this melancholy, sacrificial situation.

I'm the one who hates war but knows that it's a necessary thing. I'm the one who supports the troops, regardless of my own opinion of the president. He is the boss of my husband, because he's the man who our troops are fighting under.

I am the woman who tries my hardest to go about my everyday life. I am the young woman who tries to concentrate during my classes and do the job I get paid to do. I am the young woman who hates sleeping alone. I am the young woman who closes my eyes and pretends that the man I love is laying right there next to me, his arms wrapped around me. I am the young woman who tries not to miss him, who tries not to cry whenever I hear his name or even the mention of soldiers. I am the woman who is terrified that the love of my life will not come back from the war.

I am a military wife!

-Unknown

1 comment:

Comments make my heart smile. :D