So here's a hypothetical story for you:
Girl gets deployed, leaves everything familiar behind. Girl meets boy, eventually decides that he's creepy. Repeat a few times for good measure. Girl ends up hiding in the barracks for a weeks at a time. Girl meets boy on New Year's Eve. Girl and boy hit it off. Boy tells girl that he smokes pot at home. Girl is uneasy about this, but ignores it. Boy and girl become exclusive. Boy introduces girl to his friends, girl's social circle expands. Boy is absolute sweetheart, friends are great. Boy's and girl's families are excited for them. Girl goes on leave, then boy goes on leave. Boy smokes pot over leave, tells girl about it. It bothers girl. A lot. Girl is already struggling with other things. Girl thinks boy isn't going to give up pot. Boy has no clue of what she's thinking.
What now?
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.
1 comment:
Boy may be a sweetheart, but is also an idiot. Bail out early, avoid the rush...
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