[…]to the planetarium. We officially started dating one month after attending an OCF retreat at White Sulphur Springs, married fifteen months later, and were then both assigned to the same duty station upon our commissioning. But because of our conflicting schedules, during the first two years of our marriage we were together less than six months. Everything changed when my husband was given the opportunity to pursue his dream job. But I had no idea what I was in for. He would come home day after day, bruised and beaten up, utterly exhausted from the harsh training necessary for his […]
[…]repose beneath the cold ambience of the fluorescent lights overhead. Dark gray blankets and crisp white sheets, tightly stretched and tucked, left a choke-hold on each bunk. Deep inside he could feel this same choke-hold. His crying words had jolted the perfection of military order. A few other Soldiers, in a confused curiosity, peaked into the room from a dark distant doorway. Witnesses, they were, to a breaking point. They mumbled among themselves—this is how rumors were born. And then life went on. It was time for mail call. Name after name was read. One by one, a fortunate Soldier […]