There comes a time in marriage sometimes, like in life, where you ask yourself how much more you can take. You ask yourself if all the things wrong are real, or just in your head. You ask yourself if ending things is really the best option or if you just have not tried hard enough and you need to hang on just a little longer for things to get better.
It was the year the cicadas emerged in Kansas after seventeen years of silence. His buggy tottered swiftly along the dusty road to home, through July corn that once stood as tall and lusty and green as his eldest son Todd until the last two years when severe weather and drought moved through the area. He passed reddish-gold fields of evening and watched as a few strands of wheat left from the June harvest caught a soft breeze and twinkled on and off with the last remnants of light.
The sounds of summer are coalescing around me. They have always felt the same to me. Hot and oppressive, full of shouting and sorrow, fear.
When people think of the Second World War, most have images of Germany, France or Britain. Most people wanting to visit historical sites will go to the D-Day beaches or concentration camps which is understandable.
This is for the Army Families that are going through the beginning of their journey and feel like they need some answers. Let me share my guidebook for going through it. Some tips that will help Army Spouses no matter where they're going.
My torn coat flaps in the vicious breeze as I walk slowly back home, my four year old brother running and skipping ahead, oblivious to our suffering. Pain shoots through my empty belly as I jolt and shake with each jagged step. My skin feels burnt, despite the cold, as I stride to what I humbly call my home. Disappointment reddens my face every time I walk the broken garden path to my front door. The door is dull and weathered, the lock all but broken. My sunken eyes blur as I notice the torn curtains and empty closets. I check for letters then hurry inside to start dinner for my little brother. My father is in the army. He will not be back for supper. I pour water into an iron pot and open the pantry door. I stare at the same thing I stare at every day. Nothing. I stifle a sob, not wanting the carefree nature of my brother to be corrupted by my hopelessness. My mother is dead. She was shot protecting the daughter of two complete strangers. The fruits of a country too long at war. She will not be home for supper.
In the front hallway of Mom's house are a set of photos, taken on an Air Force base, portraying a dashing man in uniform and the fighter plane behind him.
First thing is first is that boyfriend/girlfriend or girlfriend/girlfriend or boyfriend/boyfriend relationships can be easy at times and really hard at other times. It goes the same when you are a civilian, and you are dating someone in the military. The the word civilian is what people in the military call people that aren't in the military. There are many rules and/or things to know that come with dating someone in the military (just like dating someone not in the military.)
On 6th June, 1944, allied forces undertook what became the biggest seaborne invasion in history. In what was known at the time as "Operation Neptune," 160,000 American, British, Canadian, Australian, New Zealand and other allied soldiers stormed a 50 mile stretch of heavily-fortified coastline in Normandy, in Nazi-occupied France, landing in amphibious craft and immediately coming under heavy fire. The operation has been re-imagined in countless movies, TV shows and video games—perhaps most famously in Steven Spielberg's 1998 film Saving Private Ryan.
My Grandfather was a very silent, angry man. He shouted a lot, especially at other drivers in traffic. He never hugged anyone or said, ‘I love you,’ and although I was born on the fourth of July, he never went to see the fireworks with me for my birthday.