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Yes, Shancopp was thinking, thank you. The "contact" info on that post was the same info on every business card/letter head/flyer that leaves the armory. I doubt these men are scared to have the armory fax or phone # on a military support thread. Anyhow, the contact info was deleted... Not a big deal since I doubt any of these wonderful wives were wanting to contact my armory anyhow! LOL!
OH..........welcome jonmcc33 and wife
Here is a great looking site for military wives/SOs....hope you like it!
http://www.armywives.com
PS...has links to sister sites, such as marinewives/navywives, etc.
Here's another one hubby sent to me to check out
http://www.hooah4health.com/environm...nt/default.htm
Excue me, where exactly did I say that the stop loss was preventing my husband from coming home? My post was in reference to several other womens husbands, not my own!Quote:
When your husband signed to join the military he gave his life to the United States to serve his country. That is why he is over there. Stop Loss isn't "preventing" him from coming home. It's in place to make sure they don't lose valuable soldiers during the war.
Exactly, you DONT know how much he can tell me, but let me assure you, I DO know that at the time I made this post, his unit was not doing anything but sitting around and not doing much of anything.Quote:
Even though you might not think your husband is doing anything in Kuwait he really is. I don't know how much he can tell you but no US soldier is hardly doing "nothing" in the Middle East right now.
So please do not ack as if I dont know what I am talking about, I got my info from several very reliable sources.
All I was trying to get at is that there are so many of our soldiers over there right now, many are overworked and need a break. Then there are some who are not getting missions and are getting restless, bored and frustrated (like my hubby) and would like to at least be able to do what they have trained for, not sit around playing cards. OKAY???
Thank you for the links Shancopp :)
I understand that their is alot of tension with our spouses being gone,...and please dont take this the wrong way, but I started this thread with the intension of it not being a place to fight, so please dont take it the wrong way, but I dont want this thread to be closed because of some bickering. Just let it go.
Have a good day everyone.
Melissa
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Thanks for starting it coffee! I think it a great thread!
I was sitting outside just listening to the sounds, the kids playing, music, etc. There was a child crying asking for his daddy-the woman said "Daddy isn't here right now, you have to deal with me". Then I came in some time later and read this.
Please don't flame me or start a debate-I just felt that I had to share this. To the military wives and moms out there. Bless you-I am thinking about you as every day goes by that your families cannot be together.
I truly hope that your enjoy this and it touches your hearts as it has mine.
Strong Feelings...
It could have been any night of the week, as I sat in one of those loud
and casual steak houses that are cropping up all over the country. You know
the type- a bucket of peanuts on the table, shells littering the floor, and
a bunch of perky college kids racing around with longneck beers and sizzling
platters.
Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd over the rim of my glass.
I let my gaze linger on a few of the tables next to me, where several
uniformed military members were enjoying their meals. Smiling sadly, I
glanced across my booth to the empty seat where my husband usually sat.
Had it only been a few weeks since we had sat at this very table talking about
his upcoming deployment to the Middle East? He made me promise to come
back to this restaurant once a month, sit in our booth, and treat myself to a
nice dinner. He told me that he would treasure the thought of me there
eating a steak and thinking about him until he came home. I fingered the
little flag pin I wear on my jacket and wondered where at that moment he
was. Was he safe and warm? Was his cold any better? Were any of my letters
getting to him? As I pondered all of these things, shrill feminine voices
from the next booth broke into my thoughts.
"I don't know what Bush is thinking invading Iraq. Didn't he learn
anything from his father's mistakes? He is an idiot anyway, I can't believe
he is even in office. You know he stole the election."
I cut into my steak and tried not to listen as they began an endless
tirade of running down our president. I thought about the last night I was
with my husband as he prepared to deploy. He had just returned from getting
his smallpox and anthrax shots and the image of him standing in our kitchen
packing his gas mask still gave me chills.
Once again their voices invaded my thoughts.
"It is all about oil, you know. Our military will go in and rape and
pillage and steal all the oil they can in the name of freedom. I wonder how
many innocent lives our soldiers will take without a thought? It is just
pure greed."
My chest tightened and I stared at my wedding ring. I could picture how
handsome my husband was in his mess dress the day he slipped it on my
finger. I wondered what he was wearing at that moment. He probably had on
his desert uniform, affectionately dubbed coffee stains, over the top of
which he wore a heavy bulletproof vest.
"We should just leave Iraq alone. I don't think they are hiding any
weapons. I think it is all a ploy to increase the president's popularity and
pad the budget of our military at the expense of social security and
education. We are just asking for another 9-11 and I can't say when it
happens again that we didn't deserve it."
Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched gathering
outside our base. Did no one appreciate the sacrifice of brave men and women
who leave their homes and family to ensure our freedom? I glimpsed at the
tables around me and saw the faces of some of those courageous men, looking
sad as they listened to the ladies talk.
"Well I for one, think it is a travesty to invade Iraq and I am certainly
sick of our tax dollars going to train the professional baby killers we call
a military."
Professional baby killers? As I thought about what a wonderful father my
husband is and wondered how long it would be before he was able to see his
children again, indignation rose up within me. Normally reserved, pride in
my husband gave me a boldness I had never known.
Tonight, one voice would cry out on behalf of the military. One shy woman
would stand and let her pride in our troops be known. I made my way to their
table, placed my palms flat on it and lowered myself to be eye level with
them. Smiling I said, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. I am
sitting over here trying to enjoy my dinner alone. Do you know why I am
alone? Because my husband, whom I love dearly, is halfway across the world
defending your right to say rotten things about him. You have the right to
your opinion, and what you think is none of my business, but what you say in
my hearing is and I will not sit by and listen to you run down my country,
my president, my husband, and all these other fine men and women in here who
put their lives on the line to give you the freedom to complain. Freedom is
expensive ladies, don't let your actions cheapen it."
I must have been louder than I meant to be, because about that time the
manager came over and asked if everything was all right. "Yes thank you." I
replied and then turned back to the ladies, "Enjoy the rest of your meal."
To my surprise, as I sat down to finish my steak, a round of applause
broke out in the restaurant. Not long after the ladies picked up their check
and scurried away, the manager brought me a huge helping of apple cobbler
and ice cream, compliments of the table to my left. He told me that the
ladies had tried to pay for my dinner, but someone had beaten them to it.
When I asked who he said the couple had already left, but that the man had
mentioned he was a WWII vet and wanted to take care of the wife of one of
our boys.
I turned to thank the soldiers for the cobbler, but they wouldn't hear a
word of it, retorting, "Thank you, you said what we wanted to say but
weren't allowed."
As I drove home that night, for the first time in a while, I didn't feel
quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of all the patrons who
had stopped by my table to tell me they too were proud of my husband and
that he would be in their prayers. I knew their flags would fly a little
higher the next day. Perhaps they would look for tangible ways to show their
pride in our country and our troops, and maybe, just maybe, the two ladies
sitting at that table next to me would pause for a minute to appreciate all
the freedom this great country offers and what it costs to maintain. As for
me, I had learned that one voice can make a difference. Maybe the next time
protestors gather outside the gates of the base where I live, I will proudly
stand across the street with a sign of my own. A sign that says "Thank you!"
Lori Kimble is a 31 year old teacher and proud military wife. She is a
California native currently living in Alabama.
Freedom is not free it is provided and protected by our gallant miltary.
Wow....LT...this made me cry like a baby! How true..How true!! Thanks for sharing and now I will send it on to my dear husband, whom I would do the same thing for! **passes the Kleenex**
Thanks-you for posting that, Ladytiger. It brought tears to my eyes. My husband is home now, but my heart aches everyday for the women whose husbands are deployed. There but for the grace of God go I.
I just wanted to add that I spoke to a soldier my husband knows who is in Kuwait. As of last week, his unit isn't doing anything either. They have been in Kuwait for some time, now. I know that what you are saying is absolutely true-there are some units who are waiting around.Quote:
Originally posted by sweet~n~sassy
I DO know that at the time I made this post, his unit was not doing anything but sitting around and not doing much of anything.
So please do not ack as if I dont know what I am talking about, I got my info from several very reliable sources.
All I was trying to get at is that there are so many of our soldiers over there right now, many are overworked and need a break. Then there are some who are not getting missions and are getting restless, bored and frustrated (like my hubby) and would like to at least be able to do what they have trained for, not sit around playing cards.