"Well she was an American girl...raised on promises"
This past weekend was fun and bitter sweet at the same time. You see, faithful readers, I had to go "play" Marine,as I have done for one weekend a month for the past 4 years. But this very weekend a fellow LJ user, and Marine, finished his time in my unit and reported to the FirstCivDiv (First Civilian Division). While I applaud his time spent in the Corps I curse him for leaving me. Not that I would not in the same situation. Though he was the best friend I had in the unit. Undoubtedly there will be no one to take his esteemed, although kooky, place. But his wife is with child, which I'm still not quite sure isn't her "deployment boyfriend's", and I understand wanting to get on with life.
Envious? Yes.
Relieved he is out and does not have to deploy and leave his new family? Very much so.
Pissed that now I'm stuck with a hodge podge of cable repair men, farmers, ambulance drivers, mechanics, police officers, pilots, and former active duty Marines...and one who claims to be all the above? You can't even begin to understand.
daveamongus was the sole reason I remained sane prior to, and during the deployment. "Brain" will be missed sorely...as he did put off quite a few BTUs in a tent when it was cold.
tappu once told me to watch out for her husband (I did my best, though haji tried on one occasion to get us both at the same time!), so now I ask that she take care of him in the future. He'll be a great dad and will continue to be the best husband you've ever had;)
Though I'm sure one weekend a month tappu, with baby in tow, will be dragged out of the house for a "formation". Then you'll be forced to endure the ever popular "head count". Which will take 45 minutes because First Sergeant daveamongus will not count himself thus "jacking up the numbers." You will be forced to sleep in a tent every few months, and it probably won't be the warm ones either. From time to time you will be required to swim qual. and if you can't hack it you'll be issued a page 11 from one of daveamongus's many notebooks. And just when you think you are going to be allowed to go to sleep he'll whip out a fire watch list that only contains your name and the babies (as salty Marine vets don't do fire watch). He'll threaten you with deployments to strange places, and annually will hold a mobilization readiness test that will require you to pack every thing in the house and weigh it. All timed of course. And right smack dab in the middle of summer he is going to book you travel on the worst aircraft he can find to some God foresaken place only the Marine Corps would use as a training ground. Once there he'll inform you that all the money was spent on travel and you'll be doing nothing while there.
Yes it will take years for him to get better.
I'll miss "Dave of Mesopotamia",but he is deserving of this break in the action.
I'll try to get up there a few weeks after da baby arrives.
Envious? Yes.
Relieved he is out and does not have to deploy and leave his new family? Very much so.
Pissed that now I'm stuck with a hodge podge of cable repair men, farmers, ambulance drivers, mechanics, police officers, pilots, and former active duty Marines...and one who claims to be all the above? You can't even begin to understand.
daveamongus was the sole reason I remained sane prior to, and during the deployment. "Brain" will be missed sorely...as he did put off quite a few BTUs in a tent when it was cold.
tappu once told me to watch out for her husband (I did my best, though haji tried on one occasion to get us both at the same time!), so now I ask that she take care of him in the future. He'll be a great dad and will continue to be the best husband you've ever had;)
Though I'm sure one weekend a month tappu, with baby in tow, will be dragged out of the house for a "formation". Then you'll be forced to endure the ever popular "head count". Which will take 45 minutes because First Sergeant daveamongus will not count himself thus "jacking up the numbers." You will be forced to sleep in a tent every few months, and it probably won't be the warm ones either. From time to time you will be required to swim qual. and if you can't hack it you'll be issued a page 11 from one of daveamongus's many notebooks. And just when you think you are going to be allowed to go to sleep he'll whip out a fire watch list that only contains your name and the babies (as salty Marine vets don't do fire watch). He'll threaten you with deployments to strange places, and annually will hold a mobilization readiness test that will require you to pack every thing in the house and weigh it. All timed of course. And right smack dab in the middle of summer he is going to book you travel on the worst aircraft he can find to some God foresaken place only the Marine Corps would use as a training ground. Once there he'll inform you that all the money was spent on travel and you'll be doing nothing while there.
Yes it will take years for him to get better.
I'll miss "Dave of Mesopotamia",but he is deserving of this break in the action.
I'll try to get up there a few weeks after da baby arrives.