Reflecting on my emotions from the past week I can say, I am finally able to smile. This past weekend, I had the opportunity to attend my husband’s Basic Military Training graduation, which took place in San Antonio, Texas. I had been waiting for this event all quarter, that day where I would finally get to see my Airman. Even though I was only in Texas for a few days that was enough to appreciate, and realize how much I missed and need my husband. Nonetheless, the hug and that kiss at the end of his graduation made up for all of the tears and sacrifices I had to go through these past weeks. It had been eight long weeks without seeing him, so I was super excited to see him. However, before getting to the base, I wondered if he would be the same person. I wondered if I would be able to turn on my emotions or pick up where we had left off. I was unsure, of my emotions since I had managed to turn them off for some time, I was afraid of the way I would react, nevertheless, all I wanted was to see him. It was Friday morning, February 25, 2016, when I finally got to wrap my arms my Airman, however, it was not what I had expected. I did not feel anything; it was just like I was hugging someone, but not the love of my life, the person I got married to. Nonetheless, he was able to notice that strange reaction and once we had the opportunity to talk, he brought it up to my attention. It was during this time where we talked about our emotional roller-coaster experience. I talked he
Growing up the daughter of an Army Basic Training failure was an embarrassment for quite some time. My father went to Army Basic Training straight out of high school, and came back shortly after leaving. He was discharged for injuries of his knees; he was weak. One would not assume a child of someone who failed Basic Training would be eager to go, however I knew it was my time as soon as I received a call from a recruiter asking me to come in. It was my chance to show my dad the person I am without him, as well as fight for my country. I conquered Basic Training the summer in between the summer of my junior and senior year at the age of seventeen. There are four easy steps to Basic Training: two flights, reception, training,
The weather cleared up and me, along with my entire class and teachers, got to enjoy a beautiful ceremony. Lining up we started to proceed out to the football stadium from the gymnasium, my mind would not stop thinking. I just could not stop remembering what it took for me to get to this day. The stress that I endured studying for the SAT, filling out my applications and most importantly, perfecting my essay. The idea that I was not going to be living in this beautiful town I have spent my life in, brought a flood of emotions. Thoughts of my friends not being by my side next year made me feel as if I was sinking into a deep hole; this place, this town has had so much to offer to me. The past two years that I had spent in this place were the most emotional and exciting times of my life. I knew even though I was not going to be waking up in my familiar place anymore, I would be waking up in what was to become my new familiar place. I knew that even though my friends would not physically be there with me every day, that they would be there when I called them. If it were not for all of the people I have met along the way, I do not think I would have ended up where I am today. It just is a common thought for whenever I get sad about everything ending, I remind myself that there is a new beginning coming and it is going to be amazing. The place that I have spent my whole life
Did I make it? That was the question I was asking myself the night before what was going to be one of the most special days of my life. After being called to leave for Air Force Basic Training on a short 8-day notice, I was now finally at the end of my journey and tomorrow I would graduate and become an Airmen. The nerves and excitement were running through my body as I was unable to sleep in anticipation of the big day. Now the day is here and I get to celebrate all my hard work by seeing my family and earning the title of an Air Force Airmen.
I left for basic training on July 30, 2008, and arrived in Fort Leonard Wood Missouri on July 31, 2008. Before we entered into our extreme training, we processed into the Army for a whole week at reception. On the day of actual basic training, we realized our great lives changed to instructions all day, miserable feelings, separation from family, and extreme exhaustion. Although, this was our life much more horrifying things were about to happen. We finally realized all the negative feelings we were having seemed to get worse, such as receiving a shark attack from our drill sergeants, we were told
Sadly time caught up and I had to pick up a flight, and be at the LAX airport before 10 PM. Today, I may not consider it the best day of my life, but I know I can say I have been living my life to the fullest. As for this week, my emotions were a roller coaster ride. Even though I may not be good with farewells, I did firmly shake Mr. Kim’s hand and hugged Mrs. Kim and waved at the kids, didn’t even shed a tear. As I’ve said, not an
Regretfully we left Alcove Springs and go to Fort Kearney. The break was well needed even if it was only for two days. We are already four days into the eleven day trip. I would be happier if we were at least halfway, but that's not how it works. My feeling of happiness disappeared over the first two days of traveling, now I'm as miserable and as negative as ever. I can tell the others share these feelings as we move onward. I have blisters that are bare and raw, and my kids have sore feet and ache of walking. To make matters better, or worse, in my husband’s eyes, we needed stop for a while to fix the tongue of our wagon. It just snapped almost in half when we were trying to move over a particularly steep hill. It was hanging on by a thread
When the day came to leave it was December 23rd just a couple days before Christmas which was the start of this emotional trip. My wife of 10 years, my five year old daughter, and two month old son drove me to base where I would say goodbye to the people I loved most in the world. On the way there, you could just feel the emotions all of us were trying to hold back. I knew it was going to be hard. We stood around until it was time to go and I walked them to the vehicle where I said goodbye. My daughter was the first to break, she tried and tried not to but couldn’t take it any longer. There are no words to describe knowing this could be the last time you see any of your
Happiest moment of my life, which then added more stress because I keep thinking to myself “what if I turn out like my father?” “What if I am no good at being a dad?” Etc. Two days later I was asked by our Vehicle Operations Superintendent MSgt Brian Pino if I would like to volunteer to deploy this coming July. I felt at the time with the news of the baby that maybe this would be my get out of debt card. So I said yes. It then seemed to cause some unwanted drama at home due to Melissa having to deal with the pregnancy and possibly birth without me there with her. I brought up all of my stressors and issues to my supervisor SSgt Lori Thompson, who then went to inform her boss MSgt Brian Pino. He sat down and tried to give me some ways to cope with the stressors and what he could do for me, we discuss if it would be at all possible for me to not deploy as it was not my band and there are other who may want to go. MSgt Pino said he would bring it up to our leadership. I received word a few days later that someone said “If you do not deploy you will only be hurting someone else by them deploying short notice” when I was doing just that myself... I said that it was okay I would try to deal with it on my own and
“The name is Ryan but the guys call me “Rock”. I was born in Galveston Texas in 1985. I am Currently stationed at the Army Base in Fort Knox, Kentucky. I recently got engaged to my beautiful fiance Lillian, she's the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. I haven’t yet told her but here in the next two days I’m back on the plane to Iraq. Tonight we’ll go to dinner and I’ll tell her the news that’s not good news. There’s no telling how long I’ll be gone anywhere from six month to maybe even two years. I play it over and over in my head what I’ll say to her but it will never come out the same. It ought to go something like this “ darlin you know how much I love you and this is the hardest thing for me but I’ll be leaving for deployment
Growing up the daughter of an Army Basic Training failure was an embarrassment for quite some time. My father went to Basic Training straight out of high school, came back shortly after leaving. He was discharged for injuries of his knees; he was weak. One would not assume a child of someone who failed Basic Training would be eager to go, however, I knew it was my time when I received a call from a recruiter asking me to come in. It was my chance to show my dad who I am without him, as well as fight for my country. I conquered Basic Training the summer in between the end of my junior, and the start of my senior year, at the age of seventeen. Even with the extra motivation, Basic Training was no easy task. There are four steps to Basic Training: two flights, reception, training, and graduation.
Meet Joyce, my next door neighbor, and Madison's "adopted" grandmother. The story of how Joyce and Madison became close is one I have shared before, but will gladly share again. As a military family, we're almost always away from our family and friends. I personally cannot tell you how many mother's day I've missed with my very own mother, and also with my family. I was based at Fort Carson, in Colorado when Madison was born, and my family, except for my husband and kids, were all in another state. Just like most military family, being in a strange state with no-one close by can become daunting. Most of us have learned to live with it over the years, and we tend to adopt those that are close to us. Other military families become our families,
A normal community is a group of people that live in the same place, but my community is different as its spread out all over the world. I chose to look at the needs of the military community, as it is the only true community I have been apart during my adult life. The military community is a special group of service members and their families who have different lifestyles than most and share a unique, family like bond. For my report I chose to interview two military spouses, currently stationed in two different states, to get a better feel for what our spread out community needs. During their interviews they each gave me different, yet important answers.
It was a warm summer evening as I packed for Navy Boot Camp. I carefully went down the list of things I could take and ensured I didn’t have anything else. A little nervous I went to talk to my parents about my move to becoming my own man. I looked at their faces and could tell that although they were proud they were a little nervous about their only son leaving home for the first time. My mom tried to smile but she was proud yet nervous because I had always been her little guy so she was having a hard time letting go. After a short conversation with my parents I decided to try and rest for the long journey ahead.
MILITARY SPOUSES AND THE CHALLENGES OF MILITARY Abstract Army life is unique to say the least. The subculture, with its own language, rules, acronyms and ways, is foreign to the general population. The Global war on Terrorism has brought more awareness and certainly more curiosity about Army life. (Krajeski, 2006, 2008, p. 5).Today, more than ever, the military spouse is a pioneer who travels to strange lands, rears her
And then 4 weeks later he had to leave to South Carolina. The reason he had to leave was, because he had sign up to joined the army. And when he left on May the something to go to the base in South Carolina. And then in August 32, 2017 I missed one school day to go see my cousin graduated from his academy. When i was over there with my whole family spending time with my cousin, going to places like to the mall to buy t-shirts that say i'm proud to be something to my cousin. And over there we