I AM THE WIFE OF A UNITED STATES SOLDIER
I'm the girl standing behind you in line at the grocery store, eyeing the newest Support Our Troops magnet while paging through the latest issue of Cosmo. The look on my face is complacent and my thoughts are thousands of miles away on some military base.
I'm the young girl in the next car with the windows rolled up and the glassy visage only on the road ahead. The radio is set to one of the local country stations which is currently playing "Letters from Home"..but you can't hear it cause you're talking to a family member or a friend on your cell phone. You catch a glance at the soldiers sticker on the bumper of my car but you don't know that when the song reaches "my dearest love it's almost dawn, I've been laying here all night long, wondering where you might be", my heart breaks a thousand times.
I'm the girl who visits the army wife web site at odd hours of the night to find some kind of comfort for that lonesome feeling that has settled in the pit of my stomach.
I'm the woman who has fought an inner battle, trying to accept the path the man I love has chosen. I'm the woman who will willingly sacrifice my family, my home to follow a man clear across the country. I'm the woman who never asked for this, but deals with it without complaint.
I'm the young woman who swells with pride every time I see my soldier standing tall in his BDUs. I'm the one who spots a soldier sticker, license plate, or flag and feels a connection with it's owner,hoping that maybe she's not alone in this melancholy, sacrificial situation.
I'm the one who hates war but knows that it's a necessary thing. I'm the one who supports the troops, regardless of my own opinion of the president. He is the boss of my husband, because he's the man who are troops are fighting under.
I'm the woman who tries my hardest to go about my everyday life. I am the woman who hates sleeping alone. I'm the woman who closes my eyes and pretends that the man I love is laying right there next to me, his arms wrapped around me. I am the woman who tries not to miss him, who tries not to cry whenever I hear his name or even the mention of soldiers. I am the woman who is terrified that the love of my life will be sent off to war.
I am many things
A daughter,
A sister,
A cousin,
A mother,
A niece,
A friend,
But most importantly, I am the wife of a United States Soldier.
I'm the young girl in the next car with the windows rolled up and the glassy visage only on the road ahead. The radio is set to one of the local country stations which is currently playing "Letters from Home"..but you can't hear it cause you're talking to a family member or a friend on your cell phone. You catch a glance at the soldiers sticker on the bumper of my car but you don't know that when the song reaches "my dearest love it's almost dawn, I've been laying here all night long, wondering where you might be", my heart breaks a thousand times.
I'm the girl who visits the army wife web site at odd hours of the night to find some kind of comfort for that lonesome feeling that has settled in the pit of my stomach.
I'm the woman who has fought an inner battle, trying to accept the path the man I love has chosen. I'm the woman who will willingly sacrifice my family, my home to follow a man clear across the country. I'm the woman who never asked for this, but deals with it without complaint.
I'm the young woman who swells with pride every time I see my soldier standing tall in his BDUs. I'm the one who spots a soldier sticker, license plate, or flag and feels a connection with it's owner,hoping that maybe she's not alone in this melancholy, sacrificial situation.
I'm the one who hates war but knows that it's a necessary thing. I'm the one who supports the troops, regardless of my own opinion of the president. He is the boss of my husband, because he's the man who are troops are fighting under.
I'm the woman who tries my hardest to go about my everyday life. I am the woman who hates sleeping alone. I'm the woman who closes my eyes and pretends that the man I love is laying right there next to me, his arms wrapped around me. I am the woman who tries not to miss him, who tries not to cry whenever I hear his name or even the mention of soldiers. I am the woman who is terrified that the love of my life will be sent off to war.
I am many things
A daughter,
A sister,
A cousin,
A mother,
A niece,
A friend,
But most importantly, I am the wife of a United States Soldier.