Army Wife: The Toughest Job in the Army

A year ago today, I was celebrating Veteran’s Day with a day off from the class I was in at Ft. Leavenworth. I was sitting at the desk searching for the video “We Were There” fairly early in the morning, the Kansas sun filtering in through the window that was propped open with a board to get a little air flow, composing an email to my dad who had served nearly thirty years in the Army. As I was reflecting upon the years of following my dad around the world, listening to Army recruiting jingles, and getting caught up in the patriotic spirit of the day, tears started to well up in my eyes –not unusual for me at moments like this.  It wasn’t long before my thoughts turned to my mom, who’d also been around the world as an “Army Wife: The Toughest Job in the Army.”  The night before, I’d gotten a call from her telling me that she’d been diagnosed with stage four lung cancer, but that we were not going to be morose about it.  I cried there for a few more minutes, then composed myself and the rest of the email to my dad, hit send, and went downstairs to chat with my new friend from class and see where the day would take us.

My mom died just over three and a half months ago, not quite a year from when she’d gotten a double lung transplant, and about eight and a half months from when she’d been diagnosed with/notified about the cancer.

I miss my mom, and I guess I’ll miss her more as the rest of my family comes to visit this year.  My dad just came to visit for about three weeks and her not being here wasn’t too weird, but I’m guessing the holidays will be different.  I could be wrong.

It’s interesting as I read down the list of posts/statuses of my friends on Facebook.  It’s pretty easy to tell those who have served, are serving, were/are the spouse and/or dependent of a service member from those who don’t fit any of those categories.  Most Americans will post about thanking Veterans and those currently serving.  Those in the categories I described will usually include thanks for the families of the military, as well, because they know what it’s like.

I don’t know if Army Wife is tougher than being the soldier with boots on the ground, firing and being fired at, but it is a challenging occupation.  I am very proud of my dad’s service to our country and the sense of patriotism I have because of it.  I am also proud of my mom’s service to our country.  Great support at home made it easier for my dad to do what he had to do.

I love you, mom.  May you rest in peace.

Advertisements

3 Responses

  1. Thanks. Your Mom was a great lady. She would probably be embarrassed by your post, but she deserves every word of praise.

  2. This was a great post:) Just wanted to say that.

  3. […] those words as if I just heard them last night.  I wrote a second post a year later, “Army Wife: The Toughest Job in the Army“, in which I talked about these infamous (to me) […]

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: