Last night I watched one of my favorite shows, Private Practice. Usually there would be no reason to write about that show on here, my Army blog. Not so this week. I could not believe it. I knew it was coming. I knew the wife was going to ask them to find something wrong with her husband. It was like a train wreck that I could not look away from. And then it happened. And I was pissed!
I am not yet officially an Army wife. I have never gone through a deployment. But we did a lot of talking, a lot of soul searching, a lot of praying before coming to this decision. I know my husband will have deployments. I know he will be in dangerous locations. I know I will miss him and wish he was home. I might even secretly wish for him to have a reason he cannot return to a war zone. But, I accepted this life. I could never ask a doctor to find a reason for him not to return. I could never ask my husband to give up his career and his fellow soldiers. From what I have seen, heard, and been told, a soldier cannot just walk away from his unit. That unit becomes another family.
It makes me mad when shows do this kind of stuff. (And I could not help but think, “Where is Tricare? Where are the Army docs? They are not going to just let any old surgeon work on a soldier and make him unfit for duty.”)
Ask me again in a few years. Maybe I will feel differently. I doubt it though. I am a firm believer in ‘when it is our time to go, we go.’ So, even if I keep my husband in a bubble, he will go when he is supposed to go. Iraq, Afghanistan, in the car on the way to W*l-M*rt, doesn’t matter, his time will come.