Has it already been about 13 months since they all got back? Has it really been just over a year since David and I got married? Is it already that time for the base to become desolate? Is it time for all the bags to get packed, legal documents in order, weapons fixed, and spouses to move back home? To answer all these dreadful questions in one tearful answer, the answer is "yes." Deployment is upon us here at Fort Campbell. Friends are already saying good bye and packing up their household goods. Families from all over the country are flooding the visitor centers here. Traffic is getting worse as the days go by. Millions upon millions of tears are shed every day now. Phone calls from close friends come at all hours of the day and night saying that their spouse has just got the word of the date and time they will be manifesting and then busing to the airfield to take off to Iraq or Afghanistan. Sobbing phone calls are made at all hours of the night to parents and other family members looking for support. Sleepless nights take their toll on everyone. Waiting up till god knows what time of the night and early morning just for a 2 minute phone call on the moral phones from the MWR letting loved ones know that their soldiers are safe. The nightmares of the dreaded footsteps up the front steps and seeing the Class A's and your support group delivering the worse news of all about a loved one. Spouses getting together with each other trying to pass the time of the 15 month deployment and discussing what they plan to do when their soldier gets mid tour leave for 18 days and the 30 day leave when they finally get home for good.
As you can tell, I am about to go through yet another deployment. I am not looking for sympathy. Hell no. I am not looking for emails or comments saying "I am so sorry" or "God bless you for doing this. You are stronger than I could ever be." I knew what I was getting into as a Soldier's Wife. This is MY CHOICE! I stand proudly by my soldier and support him. This is our life. It's hard and takes a toll on me, but hell, someone has to do it. It's hard as hell. The first month is usually the hardest, but thankfully, I have an unbelievable support system in my life. This weekend is going to be the worst weekend ever. Friends are deploying left and right. I believe that every day this week I have said good bye or will say good bye to most of my friends. I will have at least a week of sleepless nights and it's hell. But I AM A SOLDIER'S WIFE! I AM A RAKKASAN'S WIFE!
Baby, I love you so much! You and I have been through some hell in this past year and yes we both have learned a lot about marriage and compromise. I love you and will miss you from the very second you get on the bus. Be safe and come back home soon. Molly and Skittles will keep me safe and company until Krissy and J.J. get down here. I love you so very much.
RAKKASAN!!! AIR ASSAULT!
*~*One Hell of a Tough Little Bitch Rakkasan Wife*~*
