Seems like a long time, doesn't it?
It's just a little less than two years.
And yet, when put in this context it takes on a whole new meaning
“Honey, I'm dropping my retirement paperwork in September.”
I know he's dropping his paperwork a year out.
I know he's sincerely fed up with what “his” Air Force has become.
I know exactly how he's feeling
because I felt the same way
and every day I see (or hear about) some “new rule”
I'm glad I'm no longer a part of that mess
But on a personal level
I'm glad he's still a part of that mess
because, you see, I've never known any other way of life
I've always been military
I grew up in the Navy
I served in the Air Force
I'm a proud Air Force Wife
and even though I carry two ID cards
one that's mine (and blue)
one that's 'his' (and pinkish – kinda)
the thought of having an ID card without that “AD” next to it
makes me want to throw up – literally
and I don't think it's because I'm afraid of losing the steady paycheck
well, that's part of it
but it's because I'm losing a part of myself
the part that has always, in some way, been a part of the military
and that's scary
20 months – such a short time for such a big change
and that's life on planet caddick