Nashoba
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Ok, so my husband is leaving on Sunday. He'll be gone for the rest of the year for training and briefings, I'll see him in November for the Ball, at Thanksgiving and Christmas. Then he'll leave again in the beginning of the year for an undetermined stay at Camp Lejune before embarking on his second tour of duty in Iraq and once he returns home he'll be gone for another 5 months or so for debriefing, demobilization and doing things for Toys for Tots. As I've been trying to sort through all of my pre-deployment fears, concerns, and roller coaster emotions, I can't help but observe at how fortunate I am to be sending my husband to war in this time period. I have to say now this IS NOT a political conversation nor should it become so. Our own personal ideological viewpoints are irrelevent to this particular subject. I know that we all have our own ideas about the right and wrong of current world events but that is not reflective of why I am making my comments below. Disclaimer done...
As difficult as it is to have him gone, I know that he will call every chance he gets, will likely have internet access a good portion of the time for email and instant message chat with a webcam though I will be lucky if I get a single letter (I got one last time, he's terrible at writing). I know that I will hear his voice at least once weekly. And if heaven forbid something should actually happen to him, I will not receive a cold impersonal telegram from the Dept of the Navy telling me of their regrets to inform me. I will have two Marines and a grief counselor at my door to hold me up while it sinks in. He will not be gone for years at a time but will only be in country 6-8 months. All in all he will be gone about 16 months and not the several years that was the norm in WWII.
I've been reflecting on this and what it must have been like for our mothers, grandmothers, and in some cases great-grandmothers on the homefront back then. Their only real realiable form of communication were the letters written and while some of the most wonderful and poetic love letters came from that time, letters are a poor substitute to hearing your loved one's voice. They would often go months at a time without hearing a single thing and yet these brave and courageous women carried through their days with elegance and grace. I think of the many things around the house that broke or caused me stress the last time he was gone and how I handled them and I wonder if my WWII counterpart would have fallen apart the way I did when our water heater broke and flooded our downstairs or when the dog literally put his head through the window shattering it.
These women went to work, raised their children, and braved through their day to support the men that they loved in the war effort and they did it with very little communication and in a time where the survival rate was a fraction of what it is in today's conflicts and the statistics of your spouse coming home again were generally not on your side. I have a hard time when a week goes by and I havn't heard from him. People tell me that I'm so strong and resilient and brave and they don't know if they would be able to do it, when to be honest, I don't know quite how I do it. I tell people that oddly enough you really do get used to it but I wonder if we really do, and if they did back then. My husband's unit is on permenant rotation because of what they do so I know that I will likely be seeing him off many more times before either this conflict is over or he retires (8 years, not that I'm counting). How would they have handled that?
So what has changed? Are we too used to and reliant on, the instant communication and the technology? Does each death hit us harder because there are fewer of them? How has the homefront changed and how has it stayed the same?
Again, I do not want this to become a political argument and if it even so much as approaches that I hope the bartenders step in immediately. My observations here are from the homefront, from the point of view of those of us left behind to wait, worry, hope and pray. I'm not saying that things weren't hard for them, and I'm positive that they had their moments when they fell apart at the seams. Yet, they held themselves with such grace, care, and style with a strength that I am constantly trying to find ways to tap into.
Nashoba
PS. I apologize for the length of this, it was threatening to make me ill if i didn't get it all out of my head at once. I appreciate your patience
As difficult as it is to have him gone, I know that he will call every chance he gets, will likely have internet access a good portion of the time for email and instant message chat with a webcam though I will be lucky if I get a single letter (I got one last time, he's terrible at writing). I know that I will hear his voice at least once weekly. And if heaven forbid something should actually happen to him, I will not receive a cold impersonal telegram from the Dept of the Navy telling me of their regrets to inform me. I will have two Marines and a grief counselor at my door to hold me up while it sinks in. He will not be gone for years at a time but will only be in country 6-8 months. All in all he will be gone about 16 months and not the several years that was the norm in WWII.
I've been reflecting on this and what it must have been like for our mothers, grandmothers, and in some cases great-grandmothers on the homefront back then. Their only real realiable form of communication were the letters written and while some of the most wonderful and poetic love letters came from that time, letters are a poor substitute to hearing your loved one's voice. They would often go months at a time without hearing a single thing and yet these brave and courageous women carried through their days with elegance and grace. I think of the many things around the house that broke or caused me stress the last time he was gone and how I handled them and I wonder if my WWII counterpart would have fallen apart the way I did when our water heater broke and flooded our downstairs or when the dog literally put his head through the window shattering it.
These women went to work, raised their children, and braved through their day to support the men that they loved in the war effort and they did it with very little communication and in a time where the survival rate was a fraction of what it is in today's conflicts and the statistics of your spouse coming home again were generally not on your side. I have a hard time when a week goes by and I havn't heard from him. People tell me that I'm so strong and resilient and brave and they don't know if they would be able to do it, when to be honest, I don't know quite how I do it. I tell people that oddly enough you really do get used to it but I wonder if we really do, and if they did back then. My husband's unit is on permenant rotation because of what they do so I know that I will likely be seeing him off many more times before either this conflict is over or he retires (8 years, not that I'm counting). How would they have handled that?
So what has changed? Are we too used to and reliant on, the instant communication and the technology? Does each death hit us harder because there are fewer of them? How has the homefront changed and how has it stayed the same?
Again, I do not want this to become a political argument and if it even so much as approaches that I hope the bartenders step in immediately. My observations here are from the homefront, from the point of view of those of us left behind to wait, worry, hope and pray. I'm not saying that things weren't hard for them, and I'm positive that they had their moments when they fell apart at the seams. Yet, they held themselves with such grace, care, and style with a strength that I am constantly trying to find ways to tap into.
Nashoba
PS. I apologize for the length of this, it was threatening to make me ill if i didn't get it all out of my head at once. I appreciate your patience