I love nothing more than hearing his voice. Nothing compares to a phone call. Nearly half of our marriage has been conducted through far away phone calls coming in at random hours. I am in a great debt to modern technology, without a doubt. I guess it's strange for the average civilian to think that the bond between two people can be so strong that it can withstand the constant distance that we are always dealing with. You see people divorcing left and right and, to me, it doesn't make sense. How can you fall out of love with somebody that you see everyday?
I have civilian friends who have relationships drop faster than flies and I don't get. it They see each other constantly, daily even, and they can't make things work. I think most of them are just afraid of the commitment of marriage, the unknown of what it truly means to give yourself completely to somebody and trust that it's going to work. I'm sure the argument would be that we aren't around one another enough to grow tired but absence does not make the heart grow fonder.
hard work does.
This marriage has been a constant butt-kicking. There is nothing scarier than giving your heart to someone who can be taken from you. Not by another woman, but by some bastard in some shit-hole country who has no value for human life. I send my future off to war damn near every single year, and it's only blind faith that keeps me sane. He has to come back for the simple fact that I have nothing without him.
I sucked, in the beginning, but we made it work and we fought for what we knew it was that we had envisioned for ourselves when we first fell in love. We knew each other for only 5 months, through letters and phone calls, before we got married. And while it may have been the hastiest decision I have ever made, it has always been the greatest choice. If the world could bottle just half of what a military couple musters to make things work, divorce would not exist.
Every year he leaves. Every deployment he comes home a little more changed than when I bid him his last safe journey. I have to learn new quarks and challenges and have to adjust constantly to who he has become. I don't think anyone comes back from deployment unchanged; I value the challenge because it means he came home.
When a 5 minute phone call can turn a bad day into a wonderful week you know you have something special, something that is good and right and worth all the suffering. You say your goodbyes, your I love yous, and than hang up and spend a minute lost in that strange silence because just as quickly as the phone rang, he is gone again. Back into his reality, back to war.
Then, like someone hitting the unpause on your life, you kick back into motion and get about your day, or go back to sleep. Hearing his voice is like a gift to me. The only real gift the Marine Corps has ever granted me lol. The clock resets, and I wait for the next phone call from a strange number that has too many, or too few digits. Sometimes I can almost feel him here while we talk; maybe we have just gotten good at this. But regardless of the reason... I think a lot more people need to fight a lot harder for what they have.
I have civilian friends who have relationships drop faster than flies and I don't get. it They see each other constantly, daily even, and they can't make things work. I think most of them are just afraid of the commitment of marriage, the unknown of what it truly means to give yourself completely to somebody and trust that it's going to work. I'm sure the argument would be that we aren't around one another enough to grow tired but absence does not make the heart grow fonder.
hard work does.
This marriage has been a constant butt-kicking. There is nothing scarier than giving your heart to someone who can be taken from you. Not by another woman, but by some bastard in some shit-hole country who has no value for human life. I send my future off to war damn near every single year, and it's only blind faith that keeps me sane. He has to come back for the simple fact that I have nothing without him.
I sucked, in the beginning, but we made it work and we fought for what we knew it was that we had envisioned for ourselves when we first fell in love. We knew each other for only 5 months, through letters and phone calls, before we got married. And while it may have been the hastiest decision I have ever made, it has always been the greatest choice. If the world could bottle just half of what a military couple musters to make things work, divorce would not exist.
Every year he leaves. Every deployment he comes home a little more changed than when I bid him his last safe journey. I have to learn new quarks and challenges and have to adjust constantly to who he has become. I don't think anyone comes back from deployment unchanged; I value the challenge because it means he came home.
When a 5 minute phone call can turn a bad day into a wonderful week you know you have something special, something that is good and right and worth all the suffering. You say your goodbyes, your I love yous, and than hang up and spend a minute lost in that strange silence because just as quickly as the phone rang, he is gone again. Back into his reality, back to war.
Then, like someone hitting the unpause on your life, you kick back into motion and get about your day, or go back to sleep. Hearing his voice is like a gift to me. The only real gift the Marine Corps has ever granted me lol. The clock resets, and I wait for the next phone call from a strange number that has too many, or too few digits. Sometimes I can almost feel him here while we talk; maybe we have just gotten good at this. But regardless of the reason... I think a lot more people need to fight a lot harder for what they have.
I've got nothin but tears after reading this one. The truth, the strenth, and the power of your words render me speechless!
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