The news has been playing in the background at our house today. A lot of these things I dont understand, but my husband is way too familiar with. Im not sure how to feel about hearing, Hey, Ive been there, thats where we were, but I listen...its all I can do. Hes a Jarhead, a Grunt, and hell forever be one. Ive yet to meet a retired Marine who didnt have USMC blood running their veins like they just graduated boot camp. Its with them forever. I see the experience of 20 years in my husband. Hes fearless, skilled...and sometimes scary, but Im glad thats a part I never see, although I know its there...I guess its essential to the job. My boy, though...its not the same to think about him the same way. Hes brand new. Only been out of boot camp for 4 months and already stationed in Japan. He may not be a Grunt, but hes a Marine nonetheless and I know what that means. Every Marine a Rifleman - its who they are, its what they do. There are no undeployable jobs in the Marine Corps. My mind keeps going back to the night before he left for Japan. When he climbed up on the bed with the afghan his grandmother made him and said, Mom, I dont want to go, it cut me like a knife. For the first time ever, I realized I could do nothing to stop it from happening. I had always been used to that with Peter. When he panicked or got anxious, I was always there. His dad and I were there for everything with him growing up. His dad ended up with a black belt in karate, I ended up a kickboxer and Peter ended up in the Martial Arts Hall of Fame....but this is the child who had such anxiety about everything in his childhood, we literally walked right beside him every step of the way....and sometimes, we had to carry him. But this time, I couldnt do anything and it killed me...and Im still not over it. Now this....Iraq....I dont know what to do with that. Hes safe for now. Hes fine. I can sleep tonight. But what if...
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 04:07:15 +0000
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