I’m starting a new series on the blog. Army 101. I want to provide the real deal, not some generic internet answer, when it comes to joining the Army and living the Army life. I’m not going to write about anything that will jeopardize operational security, but I do want to be honest about my Army experience.
Here are some things to look for in the future…
How to join the Army
The Army Officer rank system
The Army Enlisted rank system
Army Housing
PX and the Com
Trainin and more training
Being an Army spouse
Officer or Enlisted
Westpoint, ROTC, and OCS
Besides these topics, I’ll also have a few guest posts from Army friends. Let me know if there is something you want to know about and I’ll add it to the series. Excited to start it this week!
You’d think I’d be used to this by now. With two deployments and numerous Army training separations, I feel mentally prepared to spend some time away from my family. Emotionally? Well, try not to ask me right after I’ve called home.
I’m trying to stay positive. South Carolina isn’t as far as my trip to South Korea this past March and the boys are in great hands with loving grandparents. Haus is loaded up with work and has our dog to keep him company while he plays Xbox, I mean, ahem… completes projects around the house.
The kids have yet to complain about their vacation to Grandpa and Grandma’s farm. At this very second, they are roasting hot dogs and marshmallows. Grandma set up a theme for every day of the two weeks we’ll be apart. Today was camping day. When asked if he wanted to talk to me again (o.k., so I’ve called them three times today), 4 and 1/2 year old Bubba replied, “No, thanks” and “Oh Grandma, think we can buy those irrigation boots?”.
Perhaps I will take a good friend’s advice and enjoy this solitude as much as I can. Soon enough I’ll be back to tantrums and dirty diapers. Amazing that even a day without my little ones the dreaded disciplining and diapers don’t seem so bad. So here’s hoping the next two weeks fly by. One thing I have learned over the years is homesickness has a way of vanishing the instant I see outstretched arms accompanied by an exuberant “MOMMY!”