An Army Wife

A black hawk helicopter filled my windshield the other day driving onto post. I didn't bat an eye.

Soldiers run by me with all their gear + plus gun. It doesn't phase me.

I show my ID every time I want to get groceries, drive on post, pay for gas or receive medical care. Grasping for my ID is automatic.

Aaron has deployed twice to Afghanistan. I gladly hold down the fort till he gets back.

I am deafened for a moment when Air Force planes zoom by. I just turn up the radio.

I slow to 10mph when hoards of soldiers run by me in the morning. I look to see who is wearing what color PT belt. 

Aaron he gets saluted, he salutes back and vice versa. I always make sure I am on the left side when walking with him.


Just about everyone calls me ma'am. I just smile. (This makes me crazy.)

I can hear shots from the gunnery range from my living room. I'm not scared.

Aaron is sometimes required to attend mandatory fun.  I get in the car and then ask where we are going.

I have lived in 4 states in 6 years. I am excited to find out where we go next.

Wives leave and new wives arrive. We take them under our wing, no questions asked.

Aaron goes to the field for a week. I program all the sappy shows into the DVR.

I think nothing of these things. It's  life. But it occurred to me the other day, these things might not be normal. I don't care. I like being an Army wife.