I am a military wife - a member of that sisterhood of women who have had the courage
to watch their men go into battle, and the strength to survive until their return. Our sorority
knows no rank, for we earn our membership with a marriage license, traveling over miles,
or over nations to begin a new life with our military husbands.
Within days, we turn a barren, echoing building into a home, and though our quarters
are inevitably white-walled and unpapered, we decorate with the treasures of our travels,
for we shop the markets of the globe.
Using hammer and nail, we tack our pictures to the wall, and our roots to the floor as
firmly as if we had lived there for a lifetime. We hold a family together by the bootstraps,
and raise the best of "brats," instilling in them the motto, "Home is togetherness", whether
motel, or guest house, apartment or duplex.
As military wives we soon realize that the only good in "Good-bye" is the "Hello again."
For as salesmen for freedom, our husbands are often on the road, at sea, or in the sky,
leaving us behind for a week, a month, an assignment. During separations we guard the
home front, existing until the homecoming.
Unlike our civilian counterparts, we measure time, not by years, but by tours - married at
Knox, a baby born at Portsmouth, a special anniversary at Yorktown, a promotion in
McDill. We plant trees, and never see them grow tall, work on projects completed long
after our departure, and enhance our community for the betterment of those who come
after us. We leave a part of ourselves at every stop.
Through experience, we have learned to pack a suitcase, a car or hold baggage, and
live indefinitely from the contents within: and though our fingers are sore from the patches
we have sewn, and the silver we have shined, our hands are always ready to help those
Women of peace, we pray for a world in harmony, for the flag that leads our men into
battle, will also blanket them in death. Yet we are an optimistic group, thinking of the
good, and forgetting the bad, cherishing yesterday, while anticipating tomorrow.
Never rich by monetary standards, our hearts are overflowing with a wealth of
experiences common only to those united by the special tradition of military life. We pass
on this legacy to every military bride, welcoming her with outstretched arms, with love
and friendship, from one sister to another, sharing in the bounty of our unique, fulfilling
military way of life.
Paraphrased from Debby Guisti ©
Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many friends you have
Or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.
It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, how many
people you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all.
It isn't about who you have kissed,
It's not about sex.
It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have
Or what kind of car you drive.
Or where you are sent to school.
It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on,
or what kind of music you listen to.
It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart
everybody else thinks you are, or how smart standardized tests say you are.
It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.
It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper
and seeing who will "accept the written you."
LIFE JUST ISN'T.
But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It is about letting someone love you
and letting yourself love them in return.
It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why.
And who your judgments are spread to.
It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow, and spreading it.
But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison
other people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected,
and those choices are what life's all about.
"How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment when we realize we have
discovered a friend."
"Count no day lost in which you waited your turn, took only your share and sought advantage over
"God wisely designed the human body so that we can neither pat our own backs not kick our selves
"I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I
cannot do interfere with what I can do."
--Edward Everett Hale
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