Yesterday I got a call from Fifi. It was her first day being able to go off-post, and they got to go to WalMart. How so very nonexciting. No drinking, no clubbing, a curfew, and a group of very uptight females. Apparently they're so afraid that someone will attempt to peek in the very very high windows in the barracks that they've taped up paper over all of the windows, and heaven forbid if you take the paper down.
Plus, her man, SilentType, was in Sweetheart's group, and they're long long gone. She keeps forgetting that he's gone in her excitement of doing new Army things and will call SilentType's cell phone to tell him and gets his voicemail: "Hello, this is SilentType. I can't come to the phone right now so if you would please leave a message..." It breaks her heart. In short, she's miserable.
No email from Sweetheart, and I'm not counting on getting one. It would be better if I didn't. I don't know. He keeps asking me if I would want to go to Baghdad. No no no no. He knows enough people that he could pull the strings to make it happen, and I know that I'd be put up in a palace, get really easy duty, and have access to everything I would want, but no. No no no no.
Then again, who knows where I'm going to end up.
They asked for volunteers, so I volunteered. I deployed and spent a year in the sandbox. I came home. The Army decided I was too broken to serve any longer and gave me temporary medical retirement. I'm a civilian again and married right back in. My husband is gearing to deploy. In the meantime, I have a strange love-hate relationship with the Army. Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it doesn't.
About Me
- Techno
- I'm a contradiction all by myself. Soldier and student. Stargazer and computer geek. Boots and music. Paper pusher and globetrotter. It all works out in the end.
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A bit of history...
There was a call for volunteers to deploy in Spring of 2006. I volunteered, was selected, passed the screening process, and was sent to reclassification training to go from being a bandsman to a human resource specialist. After graduation, I was home for roughly a month. I met the rest of my new unit right before we were sent to mobilization training. Once validated, we were sent overseas in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
I left university, quit my job, dumped my foreign boyfriend, and said a few very painful goodbyes. But I don't regret it one bit.
In early August, I was MEDEVAC'd out of the desert. My unit was just a few weeks away from going home. Now my only job is to get better. The irony is that they returned to their homes before I did.The Army has offered me disability and temporary retirement pay. I'm taking it. Bye bye combat boots.
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