My bed is mostly light-proofed now, and I think it's quite a comfy little cave. When I left for work this morning Twig was hanging Christmas lights that my mom sent to us, so our quad is slowly turning into a dorm room. Only, you know, without the walls.
The three of us are going on a day trip together, which is quite exciting. It's been a long time since we have spent any time together outside of the barracks. FreshMeat is going on leave soon, so after this it'll be two very long weeks without her. Not that we normally trip over each other or anything.
Speaking of leave... Fuzz's girlfriend asked me if I was taking leave after the baby is born. Um, no. Aside from the fact that the baby is due during the period that I can't take leave, I'm not coming home for leave. How many times do I have to tell people that I am not coming home?
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.
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- 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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