"The funny thing about being assigned to a 'non-deployable' Army unit is that, technically one is still deployable. A soldier can be re-assigned to a detachment of said unit and sent downrange anyway."
~Three Chocolate Brownies
November 23, 2008
Yesterday James was briefed on his tentative deployment date. It's a little sooner than we had anticipated. I know deployments are par for the course. There are military families everywhere facing this same scenario. But I still wish James didn't have to go. I'm selfish in that way; I want my husband and children's father safely home with us. Sometimes I wish he were already assigned to the White House position and I could right now be helping Michelle design her Inaugural Ball gown.
We know what it means to be a military family. We have compromise down pat and sacrifice down to a science. But it doesn't make separation any easier.
He'll be gone for a year and if we play it just right, his R&R will coincide with the holidays. What I don't want to face alone is the upcoming school year. Isaiah will be starting real-deal school: Kindergarten. And Savannah will be bused to middle school for the first time...a school with *gulp* 8th graders. Nasty boys and mean girls. Oh my gosh. Look at me hyperventilating just thinking about it.
We'll get through this. With God's help, we always do. And hopefully I won't start to lose hair or get down to 94 pounds like I did during his last deployment. Effective weight-loss plan? Yes. Do I recommend it? No way.