As order negotiations go full speed ahead, I can’t help but try to see the good. *Try* being the highlighted word. The orders we thought we had are gone, orders that were available are not now, and the games have begun. We are not new to ‘the game’. The husband and I understand the detailers need to fill his ‘hot orders’ first. We also get that we are lucky to even get a say in anything. And last, we know not *all* orders available are told to us. So, we hunt. The husband is spending many hours on the phone and then comes home to talk it over, which means he paces, vents, explains each situation and I sit watching him go back and forth, back and forth while nodding and trying not to fall out of my chair when he tells me we could move to the other side of the world. Instead, I save those dramatic moments for when we, A. actually have the orders and B. he leaves for work and I’m alone. Then I can give myself whatever ‘moment’ I feel I need without him sending me to an institution. It’s life. It’s Military life. We all go through it, which makes it nice to share since we all have a ‘story’.
If we get orders to move half way around the world, we will go.
If we get orders to a boat we didn’t want, tough cookies.
If we get the boat/location we want, I will send the detailer cookies….every month….for a year.
It’s that simple.
I have a few non-military friends/family having more of a reaction to this than I do. That’s hard. I can’t imagine how confusing it is to see this all from the outside and trying to process it. It’s a lot for us “in it” and we know what is going on! And explaining it is…well, interesting. I do my best, but it’s a world that operates completely different from theirs.
In a whole, I’m grateful for the choices, the opportunities and the friendships made along the way. But, as most of you know, I don’t sugar coat this stuff. This part sucks. There isn’t a sweet line that I can sell you that makes this seem “exciting and adventurous” like the “GO NAVY” recruitment commercials. Every time those commercials come across the screen, I turn and look at my husband and say, “Hey! That sounds amazing! You should do THAT!“ Needless to say my humor falls flat…a lot. I wish you could all see the look he gives me. It’s worth repeating the moment.
Does my husband love his job? Sometimes.
Do I love the Navy? Sometimes.
Does the husband serve because he believes in what he does? YES.
Do I believe in what he does? YES.
So, we take the sucky times and hope the good will soon follow. We can’t always be on a shore duty high.
Right now, I’d like orders…real ones, hard copy, please. Then we can plan our last big vacation and live it up for a few more months. Until then, I’m printing the above sign and placing it through the house.