{"id":127,"date":"2009-04-23T13:38:09","date_gmt":"2009-04-23T19:38:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.myheroesathome.com\/blog\/?p=127"},"modified":"2009-04-29T18:27:22","modified_gmt":"2009-04-30T00:27:22","slug":"welcome-home-soldier","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.myheroesathome.com\/blog\/2009\/04\/welcome-home-soldier\/","title":{"rendered":"Welcome Home, Soldier"},"content":{"rendered":"

I read this post on another Army Wife’s blog<\/a>…. it made me cry. Seriously, tears streaming down my face. I could not have expressed the way I feel any better – I wish I had written this myself.<\/p>\n

Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.<\/p>\n

Welcome Home Soldier<\/strong><\/p>\n

Very soon you\u2019ll be home. And on one hand that prospect fills me with joy. To have my best friend, my partner, back home safe with me is what I\u2019ve wanted since you left, and something that many wives don\u2019t get because their husbands don\u2019t come home. I bought a new dress, remembered to get batteries for the camera, and started packing as soon as you got your travel dates excited that the ordeal of deployment is finally over.<\/p>\n

But on the other hand, as your homecoming day gets closer I realize that even though deployment is over the struggles of re-integration are just starting. There will be a whole new set of problems to be solved, situations to be negotiated, worries and anxieties. Your physical and mental injuries will need to be healed, and I will be getting back a partner who really isn\u2019t ready to be a partner just yet. We need to get to know each other in a whole new way. I\u2019ve changed a lot, and discovered a strength that I only suspected that I had. You have too. We\u2019ve both learned to live apart relying on ourselves instead of on each other. Things will never be the same, and that\u2019s scary and intimidating. It will take work and commitment from both of us to incorporate the changes we\u2019ve both been through into our relationship and find a new way to interact with each other.<\/p>\n

Sometimes I think it\u2019s too much, it\u2019s just too hard. I\u2019ve been alone for so long, worked so hard, and now I\u2019m facing months of more work while we learn how to be around each other again. I indulge in some self-pity and think \u201cWhy do I have to go through this? Why can\u2019t I have a normal, quiet, secure life like so many other women get? Why do I have to make these sacrifices?\u201d But when I\u2019m feeling overwhelmed and under appreciated and like I just can\u2019t be in this relationship anymore because it\u2019s so hard I remind myself that I signed on for this.<\/p>\n

I agreed to this because I love you, and because I know that for every crisis I had to handle here at home alone, or for every bad day when there was no one here to comfort me it\u2019s because you were needed elsewhere.<\/p>\n

For every bad thing that I had to deal with alone I know you were dealing with a worse one in Afghanistan for someone else who really needed your help and couldn’t get by on their own the way that I could. You couldn\u2019t be here for me because someone needed to be there for them. And I know that the children whose lives you saved and the soldiers that you protected needed you more.<\/p>\n

I also remind myself that I never wanted that safe, secure and boring life. You and I have had our ups and downs for sure. But for every sad, angry, anxious or downright terrifying moment there was a moment of relief, or joy, or pride that most people never get to experience. During deployment we both learned to live for every moment. After one of the many \u201c If I don\u2019t come back these are the things I need you to know\u201d phone calls or emails for every minute that I cried not knowing where you were or if you were hurt or if you were coming back there was a moment where I knew you loved me with a certainty every woman wishes for and very few get. To live in conditions where you truly understand that time is finite and every \u201cI love you\u201d counts, and every minute counts, is an amazing experience. I would never trade that experience for the safety and security of a \u201cnormal\u201d life.<\/p>\n

There will definitely be a period of adjustment while we figure out how to live together after depending on ourselves for so long. But honey, you need to recognize and appreciate the sacrifices I\u2019ve made and the battles I\u2019ve fought because they were just as hard and as hard won as yours. I may not have the medals for valor, hard work, or sacrifice that you have but I have proven myself everyday of this deployment just like you have. I have battle scars too, although mine are hidden. You need to respect that, the way I respect your struggles and achievements.<\/p>\n

Because we\u2019re in this together, you and I. That hasn\u2019t changed. Everything else in our lives has changed, and there\u2019s more chaos to come. But that hasn\u2019t changed. That won\u2019t change. At the end of the day it will still be you and me, trying to figure out things together.<\/p>\n

Despite all the tears, all the loneliness, all the fear that comes with loving a soldier and surviving deployment I\u2019m still here. Because I love you. And I\u2019ll be waiting when you get off that plane.<\/p>\n

Welcome home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I read this post on another Army Wife’s blog…. it made me cry. Seriously, tears streaming down my face. I could not have expressed the way I feel any better – I wish I had written this myself. Thank You. Thank You. Thank You. Welcome Home Soldier Very soon you\u2019ll be home. And on one […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,7,21,10,15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-127","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-civilian-support","category-featured","category-one-day-at-a-time","category-re-deployment","category-relationship-changes"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.myheroesathome.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.myheroesathome.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.myheroesathome.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.myheroesathome.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.myheroesathome.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=127"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.myheroesathome.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.myheroesathome.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=127"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.myheroesathome.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=127"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.myheroesathome.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=127"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}