Blessed are the brave
A few weeks ago we attended the EOD Memorial and Ball. It's taken me weeks to fully digest how that weekend has impacted my life forever. As a military family we face harsh realities daily. Loved ones miss special holidays, go away to train for weeks at a time and deploy for months (sometimes years) with little contact. In the wake of our families first deployment I left that weekend feeling truly blessed. Blessed that we could communicate during the long deployment because of 21st century technology. Blessed that while we were physically apart our marriage was still able to grow and flourish. Blessed that during that time I was given beautiful female friendships that I could pour into and draw strength from. And most importantly blessed that my sailor returned home safely. During the memorial, EOD techs gathered along side each other, generations new and old. They stood shoulder to shoulder reminiscing about past wars and previous deployments.
We sat next to a woman who had lost her brother during the WWII. It took her breath away to see how much the young men in uniform looked like her dear Charles. She told us that it warmed her heart to see his legacy live on. It's easy to drum up our time in the military as a series of deployments, trainings and PCS's, but truthfully it's been so much more. The military has challenged our family in ways that have secured our foundation forever. Military families overcome great obstacles and become master mind readers. We learn to anticipate needs and think quickly on our feet (because we all know that the military never follows through with Plan A or Plan B). We gain friendships that seamlessly turn into family members because "we just get it". We adventure together, we mourn together and we pray together.
To the military families waiting for someone to come home, we stand with you. To those who are staring down a future deployment, we stand with you. And to those who have lost a loved one, WE REMEMBER.