Military Wife


I am a military wife - a member of that sisterhood of women who have had the courage to watch their men go into battle, and the strength to survive until their return. Our sorority knows no rank, for we earn our membership with a marriage license, traveling over miles, or over nations to begin a new life with our military husbands.

Within days, we turn a barren, echoing building into a home, and though our quarters are inevitably white-walled and unpapered, we decorate with the treasures of our travels, for we shop the markets of the globe. Using hammer and nail, we tack our pictures to the wall, and our roots to the floor as firmly as if we had lived there for a lifetime.

We hold a family together by the bootstraps, and raise the best of "brats," instilling in them the motto, "Home is togetherness", whether motel, or guest house, apartment or duplex.

As military wives we soon realize that the only good in "Good-bye" is the "Hello again." For as salesmen for freedom, our husbands are often on the road, at sea, or in the sky, leaving us behind for a week, a month, an assignment. During separations we guard the home front, existing until the homecoming.

Unlike our civilian counterparts, we measure time, not by years, but by tours - married at Knox, a baby born at Portsmouth, a special anniversary at Yorktown, a promotion in MacDill. We plant trees, and never see them grow tall, work on projects completed long after our departure, and enhance our community for the betterment of those who come after us.

We leave a part of ourselves at every stop.

Through experience, we have learned to pack a suitcase, a car or hold baggage, and live indefinitely from the contents within: and though our fingers are sore from the patches we have sewn, and the silver we have shined, our hands are always ready to help those around us.

Women of peace, we pray for a world in harmony, for the flag that leads our men into battle, will also blanket them in death. Yet we are an optimistic group, thinking of the good, and forgetting the bad, cherishing yesterday, while anticipating tomorrow.

Never rich by monetary standards, our hearts are overflowing with a wealth of experiences common only to those united by the special tradition of military life. We pass on this legacy to every military bride, welcoming her with outstretched arms, with love and friendship, from one sister to another, sharing in the bounty of our unique, fulfilling military way of life.

(Author unknown to me)






Army Girlfriend


Everyone hears of the Army Wife, Her trials, sacrifices, and devoted life. She is strong, she is brave, and she is loving indeed, Standing by her man in his time of need.

But what of others in a similar situation, Who have made being an Army girlfriend their main occupation? They suffer many of the same trials and many of the same fears Without the security of future years.

Will there be peace or will there be war? You try to be hopeful but it's hard to ignore. The world seems to be falling apart When to a soldier you have given your heart.

Your love runs too deep to escape from it now. You hope to be together somewhere, somehow, When his duty is over and your life can begin. You wonder if it will happen but don't question when.

The many heartbreaks and times you did weep When he made promises the Army couldn't keep. But you have learned so much together and come so far. Others warned you not to fall in love but you already are.

His job is ever-changing and takes him far away. You think of him always and pray every day-- For his safety, his courage, and his love for you That he may remain steadfast, loyal, and ever true.

Nothing is sure and nothing is set in stone... Except that he will leave again and you will be alone, Holding tightly to your dreams of a future together When you will at last be able to say the word "forever."

Tears have become anything but a stranger. They fall freely in sadness, loneliness, and anger. But he will never know because you will never tell. You've learned to hide your misery only too well.

A few years? That doesn't sound like so long. The letters and phone calls keep your love going strong, Even when they are few and far between, In them, his love for you can clearly be seen.

So keep your chin up and a smile on your face. He is protecting your freedom and keeping you safe. His heart is strong and his love is true And don't ever forget that he is missing you too.

Written on February 20, 1998
by Rosemary O.




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