Sis B's husband is home, and she's still liveblogging reintegration. One paragraph of her recent post jumped out at me.
Speaking of resentment... I'm harboring a little more of that in the
department of feeling underappreciated. Most of my readers know the
challenges I have faced during this deployment. (If you don't, go back
in my archives a year and read forward from there). What with 2
hospitalizations, a premature baby, a numerous amount of casualties
within the unit, an unexplained mystery illness which is still
symptomatic, the false casualty notification, the loss of a good friend
in Iraq... um... I've been a little busy. I've had my fair share of
trauma and near-death experiences. I also turned thirty, which is a
harrowing event in and of itself (ha!). I do not, in any way, feel like
I have had it harder than my husband. I do, however, feel that I have
endured enough to have a little respect and appreciation from him. He
gets to be called a hero, have ceremonies, parades, and a lifetime of
respect. I am a housewife. It doesn't really have the same ring, does
it?
I think we all have felt this way for one moment or another. Sometimes we like to be thanked too.
And sometimes we go through things during deployment, enormous things, life-altering things. And while I don't need a tickertape parade or a medal ceremony, it is nice to have someone, especially your spouse, acknowledge that you had it rough. That you don't have to be in combat to be scared.
Well said, Sis B.
