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I'm a single mom with two great kids living near Dallas, Texas. This is my life; day to day things that are probably only important to me. This is my record of my ups, my downs and the road that I've taken along the way. For whatever reason YOU'RE here, I hope you find something you can enjoy and/or relate to. God bless.

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Monday, January 16, 2006

A Wonderful Find

I stole this...well, borrowed it. This post is amazing, the writer is so very talented. Please visit her blog: A_Marine_Spouse.

A 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 unprepared, 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 in TLF (temporary lodging facility) , or motel, apartment or duplex.
As military wives we soon realize that the only good in "Good-bye" is the "Hello again." And hope that one day we see our friends 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 Texas, a baby born at Japan, a special anniversary over the phone or through email, a promotion in California.
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.
Who am I? I am a Marines Wife!


Blogger Mike said...

Nice find....heckuva post.

5:07 PM  
Anonymous Joann said...

It is very nice of you to think so highly of what I feel and go through on a daily basis as a Marine Spouse. Thank you for sharing my blog on your site.

5:29 PM  
Blogger kathi said...

mike ~ isn't it? Glad you like it because when I linked her alphabetically, she's on top of you. :)

joann ~ my pleasure, hon. I love the way you write.

5:41 PM  
Blogger brooklyn babe said...

Hi Kathi.... I guess being a Marine's wife, you kind of have to wear that armor of courage too huh babes!
Here's to strength!
Bk Babe

5:43 PM  
Anonymous blackops said...

Cool that you did that for Joann's blog.

7:09 AM  
Blogger kathi said...

bb ~ I can't imagine how hard it must be, but Joann gave me quite the insight.

blackops ~ thanks, your approval means everything to me. ;)

7:24 AM  
Blogger Leesa said...

kathi: I have read this before.

Goatlocker, posted May 14, 1999.

The Military Wife, attributed it to author unknown.

Or here.

I was actually looking for the author, but I can't find her.

7:57 AM  
Blogger Leesa said...

In Savannah, we have two Army posts sort of near us - a small place outside of Savannah, and a larger one in Hinesville. Military families are amazing.

I saw a woman in a Wal-Mart the other day, really looking down. Hubbie was back from Iraq for 15 days "R&R", and although she loved seeing him, her two children had to say goodbye again so he could go back. The children just don't know what to do, and I can't really blame them.

8:02 AM  
Blogger Leesa said...

Oh, and the author of the poem "Sisterhood" may be Debby Guisti.

8:07 AM  
Blogger kathi said...

leesa ~ thanks for the info. There's also a letter on her site witten by Ben Stein (love him) that's wonderful.

I can't imagine going through what military spouses with kids go through. My husband was afraid to come home if he was 10 min. late, after I'd been alone with the boys all day when they were little. And, I didn't blame him...for being afraid, that is. :)

8:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That was wonderful, I really like the way she writes. Thanks for sharing this! I do have a Marine boyfriend after all :)

9:22 AM  
Blogger Eric said...

I was active duty for seven years and married at the time. It was never fun leaving your loved one behind. They deserve more credit than they get. You have to be tough as nails to see your spouse leave, never knowing if they will return. Hats off to them.

11:22 PM  
Blogger kathi said...

nikki ~ I liked it too, and yes...yes you do!

eric ~ I can't begin to imagine. I know it's got to be just as hard to see your "child" go, too.

6:18 AM  
Blogger Keasty said...

As always I love having a read at your place Kathi. I also read Joann's post. Thanks.

7:52 AM  

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