I'm always expected to be the happy one, cheerful one, brave one, strong one, independent one, positive one, fearless one, loyal one, dedicated one, hopeful one, and most importantly steadfast, patient and supportive, but there are days I just can't fake it anymore. I want to be that person, but today I just can't. Plain and simple.I found this poem online and it pretty much sums up what I struggle with EVERY day but can't talk about...in fear of being looked at as weak, incompetent, depressed, unfocused, emotional, or quite simply the worst military wife ever.
I miss my husband. My kids miss their daddy. While I appreciate all the military has done for us and the opportunities it has given Scott, I hate what it is doing to my family right now.
The Silent Ranks
I wear no uniforms,
No blues or army greens.
But I am in the military
In the ranks rarely seen.
I have no rank upon my shoulders.
Salutes I do not give.
But the military world Is the place where I live.
I am not in the chain of command,
Orders I do not get.
But my husband is the one who does,
this I can
I am not the ones who fires the weapon,
who puts my life on the line.
But my job is just as tough.
I am the one that is left behind.
My husband is a patriot,
A brave, a prideful man
And the call to serve his country,
Not all understand.
Behind the lines I see the things needed
to keep this country free.
My husband makes the sacrifice,
but so do our kids and me.
I love the man I married,
Soldiering is his life.
But I stand among the silent ranks
know as the Military Wife