Please Define "Mid-"

Last year when my husband deployed, he was supposed to leave in mid-May.  He left May 6th.  That's not "mid" in my book.  This year he's supposed to leave mid-July.  I said I'd believe it when I see it...

Last year, my husband's deployment date kept slowly creeping forward.  Every day, they shaved a day or two off our time together.  Unfortunately, I had made long-standing plans to meet up with my fellow SpouseBUZZers at the beginning of May.  The gals and Toad were flying in from all over the country to get together, and as our deployment day kept creeping forward, I started fearing I would have to skip the gathering.

My husband finally said that I needed to be with my friends for one night before he left, that they would boost my spirits and help me cope.  He said, "You don't have anyone here in town to take care of you while I'm gone, and when else are you going to get the chance to be with your good friends?"  He would pack and get ready to leave while I was gone, and we'd have a couple days together before he left.

So I drove to AirForceWife's house.

I got there late in the evening, and a few hours later, the phone rang.  It was my husband.  Deployment had again gotten bumped forward, and they were leaving tomorrow.

I left AirForceWife's house the next morning, drove like a maniac to get back home, and had about six hours together before he deployed.

He assured me that would not happen again this year.

It has appeared that we are still tracking to leave mid-July.  But last night, my husband came home and said that some flight schedules had gotten messed up and they might not all be leaving at the scheduled time.  He might leave on the original day or it might be a day or two later.  He doesn't know yet.

I did the I-told-you-so dance.

But at least this time the date is getting pushed later instead of earlier!

Comments

[Peter Desrochers]

After following your recent posts, I think you or your husband might be interested in reading Last Journey: A Father and Son in Wartime, by Darrell Griffin Sr. His son, Staff Sergeant Darrell "Skip" Griffin Jr., was killed in action on March 21, 2007 during his third tour in Iraq. At the time of his death, Skip was writing a personal account of the war in an effort to rationalize the havoc surrounding him and his fellow soldiers.

In honor of his son, Mr. Griffin Sr. traveled to Iraq to witness for himself the lifestyle of a soldier. Combined with his son's sensitive, at times philosophical correspondence, Mr. Griffin Sr. provides a unique and intimate perspective on war that is unknown to many Americans.

If interested, check out a featured review from the New York Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/01/books/01garner.html?_r=1 or another review from Barnes and Noble:
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Last-Journey/Darrell-Griffin-Sr/e/9781934633168#TABS

Thank you and I hope you'll share my enthusiasm for this tremendous book that commemorates the life and death of a patriot.

Best regards,

Peter Desrochers

[Laura B]

I am happy the date is going backward. I think the uncertainty of when that date will be is what stressed me out the most.

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Even though I'm a mil spouse: I'm still perfecting my live in the moment attitude.

[Jewels]

My soldier was scheduled to go in 'mid' April. We got the email a month and a half early that he was starting a month earlier than planned. It threw our life upside down. He had to withdraw from his grad school classes (so he wasted like half a semester), and our baby was due April 6th. He was scheduled to leave 10 days before baby came. Luckily our little guy came 2 weeks early. One thing I've learned never trust the army's time schedule.