notjustamilitarywife

I haven’t posted here for a while, which seems odd really, considering my husband’s off on TDY and you’d think I’d be bursting at the seams with rants about military separation and such.

I guess I just don’t want to keep repeating myself.  Yes, I miss him, and it’s not much fun every time I want to share with him some tidbit of my day, and then I remember for the thousandth time that he’s currently unreachable (braving the snow in the mountains of Washington state).  But haven’t I expressed as much here before?  Nothing’s changed.

Luckily tomorrow I should have an eight hour window in which I can speak with him.  Hopefully I’ll get the full eight hours to unload all the talking that I’ve had to keep to myself over the last five days.  I’m thinking, though, that I probably won’t be that lucky.

A lot can happen in five days.  For instance, in the past five days, I was in a bank robbery ! After we’d recovered from the incident (you can read about it via the previous link to my other blog, where I’ve already covered it)my mom asked me, “If something HAD happened to you, would they have pulled Justin out of the woods to tell him?”

Good question, and one I am not sure of the answer to.  Would there have even been a way to get word to Justin out in the snow if I’d been hurt or killed in the robbery (or by some other means, for that matter)?   Would my incident trump the Air Force’s need to train my husband to serve the country?

Call me callous, but I feel like if I had been killed (knock on wood), they might as well have left him out there to complete his training.  He’s got to be going through one of the most miserable times of his life right now, and god forbid he have to repeat any of it- after all, if I’m truly gone what’s calling him back going to change?  Granted, I might feel differently about the matter if I were actually deceased right now.  Luckily, I’m not, and this is all just morbid, hypothetical speculation.  : )

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