Good morning my friends!
So, my whim for the day is my life being married to a Marine. I used to blog on my life as a military wife regularly then dropped away from it for a while. Then when Marshfox deployed for a year back-to-back from just coming off a year back in June, I said I would resume sharing my thoughts, feelings, and experiences from our life together, but before I knew it summer was gone and fall was upon me and I'd not broached it. And then Wednesday Whims came along as did a question on an interview I have to finish up and get back to Erzabet today before she sends the villagers after me with pitch forks to retrieve it. It's coming Erzabeth I promise! :)
Anyway the question was could I ellaborate on my inspiration, which comes in large part from the Marines I've spent the last several years living around. A proverbial frying pan? Hello, said me, where are your blog posts concerning your life as a wife...
(God, how I've missed blogging for you all at my own place, I've not done it regularly in quite sometime due to so many other committments. I'm back though and it feels really, really good to be here being me. Yes, folks, this is the real me and as real as I get. Hope my faithful followers are glad I'm back, too, and I hope the newbies get used to my blunt posts and no nonsense takes on things. Diplomacy has been a thing I've struggled with as wife to the military for a long time anyway.)
So, for those of you that know me, this is old news, but for all those that have come into my world in the last few months and weren't aware, I am the very happy owner of my very own United States Marine. He's the Alpha model and recently picked up the highest rank an enlisted Marine can achieve. He's been getting up every morning to cadence calls for the last 24 years (with no end in sight), and I've been following him around for 17 of those years.
I've blogged here and there a few times, talking about how we met and how he was my knight in tarnished, dirty cammies, but it boils down to, no matter how many times I tell it, he's hands down my hero. And every marine I've come in contact with since, be them male, female, confused, straight, gay, or otherwise, are also my heroes. Yes, I knew gay marines before DADT was repealed and we accepted them for who they are (not what thank you very much). It was no big secret and contrary to popular belief, marines could give a shit less what side you play for as long as you've got their six when the going gets rough. The arguments I saw over the past few months and years from people who had no affiliation to the military whatsoever and understood little about what the real reasons were for DADT made me sick. There I said it. I told you I was blunt. They didn't understand and refused to try to see, labeling anyone in the military who wasn't gay a bigot, but that's another post for another day and one I'll most likely never broach. Those who refuse to listen will continue to refuse to listen, and those that know the truth already know. Enough said.
Even when I'm not writing a Marine as hero, I have a tendency to fashion him from the same material. That of the ultimate Alpha male. While I may have dated a man or four from every branch of service at some point, I have to say, Marines bleed Alpha blood. But, beneath the hardened exterior most would consider aloofness and indifference, lies the hearts of nobles and the emotions of many a gentle lover. While they will fight to the death for their friend, battle buddy, their wives, children, and you, my dear readers, they can turn as soft and squishy as a Twinkie...at the sight of their newborn sons and daughters they missed the birth of, at the touch of their wives on that first night back, at the news their grandmothers passed away while they were deployed and there was no way to get home for the funeral--no closure. They turn to sobbing infants in private when they think on the Marines lost and Marines new who they have to decide to send into the pits of hell with a rifle and a piece of armor they hope is inpenetrable.
Inspiration? More than you'll ever know in so many ways I cannot count...
Hope you'll join me next week with more about life on the front lines of wifing in the military.