A FEW BACK AND A FEW TO GO
Last year we moved into a new neighborhood. It had been totaly military housing and now it contains remodeled homes that had been built in the 60's. It is a nice, quiet and I feel safe place to live and we have settled in nicely.
Hardly a day goes by that there isn't moving vans in the area. Most of the wives go back home to be with family for support while waiting for hubby to return. We have many women leaving also. Some days it seems almost as many as men. They could install a revolving door at the entrance to the place.
They have a greyboat here for the sailors and DOD employees to ride to work in. It saves alot of time and keeps that many cars off of the interstate. It holds around 120 and we used to see that many departing all the time. Nowadays there can be as few as 19 on her.
There are still many living here in the military and that's cool with us. In fact, we live right in the middle of several. On one side a guy now in Iraq, with a just extended tour. We have made friends with his wife and two little sons, but he has been gone since before we moved here.
In the back of us another Marine in Iraq, due home in August. His four little blonde kids have adopted us and especially my husband who can fix anything and these four busy kids need alot of things fixed. It keeps us busy and also young.
On the other side an Army gentleman, a pleasant guy that we wave to on the street and chat with on occasion. Now this guy has a propensity to play music, not exactly our kind of music, but loud, very loud music, when he is home. He must watch alot of war movies also, as we can hear the bombing and shooting over our own tv.
He has parties, and cookouts for other singles, and football games on several TVs going on at once. But it's weird, it really doesn't bother us. We laugh with each, we can remember being young, barely.
But he too, was deployed for a bit and the house fell silent.
Too silent. But alas, the other night I heard loud laughing and the music started up again for hours....yes, our soldier made it home.
Now if we can get the rest of them back safe, this mother can rest again.
Hardly a day goes by that there isn't moving vans in the area. Most of the wives go back home to be with family for support while waiting for hubby to return. We have many women leaving also. Some days it seems almost as many as men. They could install a revolving door at the entrance to the place.
They have a greyboat here for the sailors and DOD employees to ride to work in. It saves alot of time and keeps that many cars off of the interstate. It holds around 120 and we used to see that many departing all the time. Nowadays there can be as few as 19 on her.
There are still many living here in the military and that's cool with us. In fact, we live right in the middle of several. On one side a guy now in Iraq, with a just extended tour. We have made friends with his wife and two little sons, but he has been gone since before we moved here.
In the back of us another Marine in Iraq, due home in August. His four little blonde kids have adopted us and especially my husband who can fix anything and these four busy kids need alot of things fixed. It keeps us busy and also young.
On the other side an Army gentleman, a pleasant guy that we wave to on the street and chat with on occasion. Now this guy has a propensity to play music, not exactly our kind of music, but loud, very loud music, when he is home. He must watch alot of war movies also, as we can hear the bombing and shooting over our own tv.
He has parties, and cookouts for other singles, and football games on several TVs going on at once. But it's weird, it really doesn't bother us. We laugh with each, we can remember being young, barely.
But he too, was deployed for a bit and the house fell silent.
Too silent. But alas, the other night I heard loud laughing and the music started up again for hours....yes, our soldier made it home.
Now if we can get the rest of them back safe, this mother can rest again.
posted by the golden horse at 1:44 AM
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