Five Years Ago

March 19, 2008 at 11:00 am | Posted in Culture, Family, Issues, Life, Military, Thoughts | 33 Comments
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Once upon a time there was a little girl. All she ever wanted was to grow up and get married and be a mommy. She dreamed big, aimed high, and accepted no obstacle which would deter her from her ultimate goals. She always gave the proverbial answers when asked, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”

” A teacher.”

“A doctor.”

“A designer.”

She dreamed of working outside the home, but only as an afterthought, only as a second choice. She realized she was born in the wrong era. She would have loved to wear beautiful dresses and stockings with the hem up the back and be at home all day making her house a home. Her ultimate goal was to be a wife, a mom, a good mom, who puts her children first.

She dreamed of a beautiful wedding in a beautiful church surrounded by all of her family and friends. A place filled with love and joy and happiness. A day to celebrate two lives beginning a journey – together.

“Who do you want to marry?”

” A doctor.”

” A fireman.”

” A youth pastor.”

Never a preacher. Never a cowboy. And never a military man.

Never. Never. Never.

Isn’t it funny how your life can sometimes take a path you never dreamed it would? Is it karma? Is it fate? Is it God reminding you that you are ultimately not in charge?

My Not So Fairytale Life with Hubby began when I was 20 years old.

I was in college and there was this guy. He was so sweet and kind. He started hanging around more. He took such interest in me. We could talk for hours about what was important or what was silly. It didn’t matter. We were just together. Just us.

Shy. Painfully shy.

We had classes together. We started walking to and from them together. Hanging out together. Months later we were dating. It was our junior year of college and we were falling in love. One problem, he was a part-time military man. Once a month he would don his camouflage and head off to somewhere I was not interested in nor wanted to hear about. I could love him in spite of that one weekend a month and two weeks in the summer that he must be away.

He didn’t talk much about his duties. He was a Military Policeman. They are never deployed, unless there is a huge riot in an adjoining state, then they are sent.  They are trained in riot control. That is about the extent of their duties.

September 11. Buildings falling. People dying. The world is changing.

Our lives are changing.

I stood in my dorm with many of my girlfriends and I watched the towers fall.

We prayed. We hoped. We feared.

Everyone stared at me out of the corner of their eye. After all, I was the Army girlfriend.Were we going to war? Would there be retaliation? Would I be forced to say good-bye to the man I loved?

I walked to find him. I remember exactly what he was wearing, where he was standing, what his demeanor was.

Head down. Hands in his pockets. So still. So in shock.

I walk toward him. Our eyes meet. Neither of us said anything.  Neither of us had to.

We both knew.

Our lives were going to change from this moment on. Nothing that we ever knew was to be the same ever again.

Where would we go from here? How do we cope? What does this mean, for us?

All day I heard the inevitable conversation over and over without fail.

“Man, have you heard anything? Have you gotten a call?”

“No, nothing yet.”

“Do you think there will be a war?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think you will be called-up?”

 “I don’t think anyone knows that right now.”

Shut up. SHUT UP. Stop saying that. Who are you to ask him that? Go away. Leave us alone. You don’t know what you are talking about. You don’t know!

Life goes on. We go on. We hear talk of war, talk of deployments.

Full-time military is stretched. They are beginning to call on the National Guard.

Can they do this? Apparently they can.

We wait. Nothing. Talks of war. Talks of deployment. All we know is we want to be together. We decide to go on with our lives. We want to get married and begin our life together. We decide to move forward.

We plan. We arrange. We prepare.

All of the details were finalized. The date was set. May 31, 2003. People were preparing to travel, to come, to celebrate with us.

We were so happy.

I had one more thing to do. My flower girl’s dress. It was the last thing to do. That little girl was growing like a weed and her dress was the absolute last thing that could be done. I return her to her home.

His car. At her house. And I knew.

You know when you have pivotal moment in your life and you know that your life is about to change and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it? I wanted to run away. If you can’t give me news that I can’t hear it isn’t real.

But I couldn’t run. I had another person’s child in my car. That is the only thing that made me walk in that house.

He was there with my friends. Serious. Very serious.  The only sound that broke the ice was the sound of the children laughing, oblivious to the situation. I envied them. I wanted to be them. I wanted to laugh carefree again with no knowledge of things like war and separation and dreams shattered.

He took me in his arms and held me. I knew.

“How long do we have?”

” A month maybe.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“No more than six months.”

Six months? Six months? That was an eternity to two people in love who were ready to begin their lives together.

We would wait. He would come home after six months and we would continue our lives.

We had planned a beautiful wedding. All the arrangements had been made, all of the details finalized, all of the deposits had been made and paid.

We would reschedule for when he would return. That was the decision.

Five years ago today we sat in front of the TV and watched the horror of shock and awe. I was living with my parents, they had moved to town just that year for a job relocation and I moved off campus to live with them. Fiance moved in too when he had to have a place to go in between being withdrawn from school for a military activation and reporting for pre-deployment training.

We watched. In silence. He knew that in a few weeks time that he we be walking where those bombs were falling.

He left for the army base near our home. It was a sad day. I knew it was just the beginning. The beginning of good-byes, of long absences, of separation.

Five years ago today. It doesn’t seem real, in some ways it seems like a dream, surely this is someone else’s life, or a story that I am reading. This is not my life. This is not the way it happened for me. That was not my plan, my dream, my fairytale.

He went for training. He prepared. We grew sick away from each other. Like so many others we decided to marry before he left. Due to the news of inevitably long deployments, good benefits, and a make-up wedding that most likely he would not be here for, we decided to elope.

On April 19 we were married in a very small, very quick, ceremony on an army base in KY. We were one of about fifteen couples who were trying to get married that weekend.

“You have the chapel for fifteen minutes, no more” the chaplain told us.

Nothing like being rushed on your wedding day.

We hurried. Our dads prayed. My dad cried as he performed the ceremony.

He was granted two days leave.

He had to take me home to my parent’s house following our brief weekend together. He had to go back to the base. I had to go finish my senior year of college.

The next two weeks were a blur. I drove an hour and half every day each way to be with him. We had to stay in a hotel off the base site. Being part-time military there was no base housing for couples, we spent thousands on just being together. But, we didn’t care we were together and we knew our days were numbered.

He left in May. The day I graduated from college. He called from New York on a layover. I held my cell phone in my hand during the ceremony. In that way he was there.

The next year and half are such a blur.

Loneliness. Utter loneliness. Grief. Sadness. Pride. Anger. Depression. Extensions. Anniversaries apart. Medical problems. No husband. No partner. No friend.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m fine”

This was my line. I lied to everyone, to myself, to Hubby. I was not fine. It was the darkest time in my life. If I could have gone into a coma and awoken the day he would have returned that would have been my preference. I kept going. I trudged on. But I died inside. I shut down when I was alone. I would go home on the weekends and not go anywhere or do anything, my only solace was Lily, my new little puppy, whom Hubby insited I get to keep me company.

He knew exactly what I needed. She kept me sane in so many ways. She was my friend, my housemate, and my primary source of conversation. She was my sanity in a time when I felt like I was going insane.

But I kept it together, I never cried, never showed my emotions, put on a happy face. That is what we were supposed to do right?

For God, for Country, for our men? Right?

I am not sure.

All I know is that five years ago today my life changed. My hubby changed. Our relationship changed.

Five years ago today we entered a country by force to rid it of it’s dictator. I have already given you a piece of my mind on that and on war in general.

Five years later are we for the better? Have we changed the world? Are we safer?

Five years later I still don’t have the answers to those questions.

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  1. I think you are a truly incredible person…And a fantastic writer…

  2. Very moving post, and well written. I can’t imagine the loneliness and horror of the time he was gone. I hope this will all be over soon but I know that’s wishful thinking. Thanks for sharing.

  3. I’m sorry this has been such a rough time for you. Things can hopefully only get better. Good luck in a happy marriage.

  4. As hard as it is for you, this is a beautiful post. I can only imagine what you’re going through since I experienced similar events when my dad went to the first Gulf War. It’s hard to know when things will change but we can all make it through.

    *hugs*

  5. This just gave me chills. You are such a strong person, and I hope you don’t have to go through a separation that long again. I wish I had an answer to the questions you asked, but I guess all we can do is just hope that it’s all for the best and say a little prayer every day for the soldiers that have to go over there and follow orders. I hope it’s over soon.

  6. This brought tears to my eyes. I am not a supporter of our President or the war, but I support and respect people like your husband who sacrificed everything to serve their duties. I know that a lot of the military shares these sentiments, yet still do what they have to do.

  7. Amazing post! I can’t believe you had to go through all that. Of all the stories I’ve heard and read today regarding the 5 year anniversary in Iraq – this one touched me the most.

  8. Amz- I love you. Thanks for being a friend to me during that time.

    Ria- thanks for the thoughts

    Britni- Hubby is now out of the army and here to stay. I am thankful for God’s protection of him during that time!

    Katelin- you know the feeling then don’t ya girl? Thank you and you dad for his service. I apprecaite his sacrifice and your too.

    Angela- from one military wife to another I know you understand. I appreciate your ear and your insights!

    Felicia- I am not a supporter of war in general, but I appreciate the boots on the ground and I am so glad you do too.

    Meg- thanks so much. My blog is defenitely cheaper than therapy. It is my soul on a screen. I appreciate your reading such a long-drawn out post. Do you have a blog? I would love to check it out!

  9. It’s funny how life turns out huh? I’ve done alot of things I said I would never do/become and sometimes- that’s ok! and it turns out for the best!

    Great post today!

  10. Honestly.. that was really beautiful. I know people blog because they love to write and feel that they can write, but you? Have real, beautiful talent. It was so raw and honest, and so well written that it was easy to understand how you were feeling at that time. You’re such a talented, strong person and I’m glad that you and your husband made it through that difficult time. You two were definitely being watched over!

  11. I absolutely adored reading this post – and my heart broke, just a little.

    You guys are so strong. xo

  12. Wow.

    I had tears in my eyes when I read this. It must have been so hard.

    Great, great post Tipp.

  13. We’re the same age and I met my husband at the exact same time…first sememster of my junior year of college. I was 20. I couldn’t imagine our time be limited the way you had to sacrifice yours.

    People are always shouting, “Support the Troops”, but sometime we forget their families need support too.

  14. WOW..I’m a friend of Dolce’s and she sent me over. First off you are a brilliant writer, this was something that should be published. More people need to read this.
    I can’t imagine what it was like for you..and like all those other wives – husbands and children left behind when there is war.

  15. Thanks for the interest Tipp. I do have a blog – it is http://www.megkathleen.wordpress.com.

  16. Very moving post. That made my eyes well up.

  17. AP- yes it really does always turn out for the best!

    Sandy- there is so much truth to us being watched over. When he tells me about the things he saw and experienced I have no doubt there were hands all around him so many times!

    Alynda- thanks for stopping in. I love reading your blog! I hope your heart didn’t break too much 🙂

    Dolce- that is so true! I am a part of group which mails care packages to soliders and I always tell our people to send things to the families at home too, especially the single parents. They shoulder such a burden.

    MP- I am glad you came by and yes, it is much for the families to bear. Remember them, it is not their war, but they pay for it.

    Jane- ditto.

    Meg- thanks for the link! I came by!

    Heather- thanks for the thoughts! Did you get your card in the mail?

  18. I still remember that day too. 😦 It is an indescribable feeling to know that your life will change forever. The pain of September 11 will always be with me, in more ways than one. There is such a huge part of me that would give anything to take that day away, just erase it from history. I truly honor the men and women in our Armed Forces. I look at my husband, my sister, my stepdad, my brother-in-law in just awe at the things they do on a daily basis and the things that they have accomplished.

    Thanks for writing this Tipp. This stirred up a ton of emotions, lol. It is good to know I am still human.

  19. i’m so glad you found me…and so glad i have another fabulous blog to read! amazing post. a perspective everyone should know. you are so honest. our troops need support. and so do their amazing family, like you. =)

    p.s.- i’m going to suggest everyone reads this on my blog, hope you don’t mind!

  20. Meagan- it was unreal wasn’t it. It is the “where where you when” of our generation. Sometimes it is nice to be reminded that we are not just walking bags of wind. To stop and allow youself to feel an emotion is not always easy, but very necessary. From one Army wife to another, be strong!

    Chickbug- thanks for the link, of course you can share! I am so glad I found you! I love finding new blogs by women who are so good to read, I love that you are a group of women, I feel like I can relate to each of you in a different way!

  21. I did get the card! Again, thank you so much. I plan on having a very caffeinated weekend. 🙂

  22. What an absolutely beautiful post!! I found you through MP’s site and I am so grateful. Thank you SO MUCh for sharing your heart with us. I feel truly honored to have read it.

    Thanks!!

  23. I came here from MP’s blog. Beautiful story and beautiful writing. Thank you.

  24. Grandy and Melissa- Thanks for your thoughts!

  25. that is an incredible post and so well written. ❤

  26. Sent here by Grandy. Wow. Thank you for your sacrifice, even if it wasn’t one you wanted.

    Your writing is beautiful.

  27. Jenn sent me over because she knew I would appreciate this post. You expressed everything so well. It brought me to tears.
    – From another military spouse.

  28. I’m a (former) military spouse too–my husband finished his time in the Navy just last year (but are they really ever out? …I don’t think so). Thanks for posting so eloquently about the things military families live with. Best wishes to you and your husband, and thanks to you both for all of your sacrifices.

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  30. Having been an infantry officer in the military (not in war time) I realize that there is an equal sacrifice on the part of the wife who stays behind and wages a different battle. Well written Steph! Thank you!

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