The husbeast and I were talking about this today - don't you hang out over dinner talking about WWII? - and I figured, hell, I don't have anything to blog about and you'll all be amused. So here you go. A moment in the life of a military wife.
Back when I busted my arm, I was in and out of orthopedics at the Army hospital every time I turned around. (Seriously. They were x-raying me monthly to make sure the hardware they put in me didn't shift around.) The Army hospital was also a VA hospital (Veteran's Affairs), so we had a lot of older folks in and out, both veterans and their wives.
I was sitting in the waiting room, which was very full, next to two men. One was an older guy in his late sixties at least, and the other was a young, gung-ho kid in uniform. He was Airborne for sure, I think a Ranger. Somehow the conversation turned to jumping out of airplanes, and the young kid kept going on about how he had over two hundred jumps. The older man quietly said that he'd jumped four times. While the young kid scoffed at that, I eyed the older man and thought, yeah, he looked about the right age to be a WWII veteran. So I politely asked him, if he didn't mind sharing the information, what four jumps were they?
A training jump in the US, D Day, Market Garden, and I thought Crete but now I'm not sure that's right. Probably Battle of the Bulge, now that I'm actually looking stuff up. Three major battles anyway.
Right then. The kid shut up. I shook the older man's hand and thanked him for his service, and he grinned and said I was welcome.
Last night we went out for dinner (we found a new Mexican place to replace our beloved hole-in-the-wall we ate at all the time in Charleston). When we walked in, there was a table full of Navy guys, mostly in uniform, sitting near us. We assume it was some kind of regional meeting for recruiters. I begged the husbeast to let me go over and introduce myself. "Hi. I'm Julie. In the US Navy I'm known as THE BITCH WIFE." (One of his bosses actually called me that. Hahahah.)
He wouldn't let me. He's no fun.