To all our veterans: Thank you for your service. We’re forever grateful for your service. That includes my husband. Despite what problems surround us, he has fought the good fight and has always been willing to answer the call of duty. I’m proud of him. Olivia told him last night, “Thank you for being a Soldier boy, Daddy. Because of you and all the other ‘Vetrins’ I don’t have to go to school tomorrow. That’s nice of you and I’m proud of you.” I reminded him that is probably the nicest thing anyone will ever say to him. Especially in the 5 y.o. age group.
Yesterday, the Marine Corps celebrated its 235th birthday. When I got married, I married a Marine. Our groomsmen were Marines. My girlfriends dated Marines. It’s what we did. The Marines were my first real “taste,” if you will, of the military. Except for one Coastie. Anyway, I went to UNC-W and Camp Lejeune wasn’t that far away, so the Marines would come into town to mack on the college girls and we would score free beer. It was then that I realized the old saying was true: A uniform is the one thing that can make most anyone look good. It wasn’t until Will left the military, joined the reserves and got ready to deploy to Iraq did I fully understand what it was to be a military spouse. Remember, we were no longer active duty, and had not been for many, many years; we were a reserve family. Since that time, my appreciation has grown from ogling cute boys in uniform to appreciating what the uniform stands for. I didn’t grow up in a military household and, in my opinion, it’s hard to grasp what the call of duty is during peacetime when you’re 20 years old. At least it was for us.
There are tons of jokes using the branches of the military as acronyms and we’ve heard them all. After all, we’ve been in three branches: Marines, Navy and Army National Guard.
From our Navy friends: Marine stands for My Ass Rides In Navy Equipment
From old Navy friends: Navy stands for Never Again Volunteer Yourself
From Marines: Army stands for Air Force Rejected Me Yesterday and Ain’t Ready to be a Marine Yet. Others say US Army is: Uncle Sam Ain’t Released Me Yet! Backwards: Yes My Retarded Ass Signed Up.
There’s a lot of fun that goes into those. Everyone’s dog is bigger than the next person’s in their eyes. And that’s fine. It’s the pride in the uniform and the dedication to do the job that makes it work. It takes all the branches to protect us.
Over the past few years, I’ve had the pleasure, and privilege, of meeting some of the most wonderful people. People who have touched my life in ways they will never know. I have hugged wives whose husbands were deployed. I have cried over videos of homecomings. I have stood on the tarmac in tropical storm weather holding hands with other wives and families waiting for it to finally be my turn. I have been to funerals, arranged for food to be brought in for families and ordered Gold Star banners. I have felt inadequate in wishing I could do more. I always will.
Over the years, my appreciation has grown up a lot. I appreciate our Nation and the jobs that it takes to keep us safe, a man in uniform still makes my heart skip a beat and I still firmly believe a uniform is the one thing that can make most anyone look good.