When my son was deployed to Mali, Africa, I admit I didn’t know how I felt. I grew up an Army kid. I lived all over Canada and in Germany, too. My dad was away often. Then I married a fellow army kid in Petawawa, and he joined the Air Force. So I lived a similar life of moving and time alone while Husband was Away. It was a normal life, to me. (See if you agree by reading my book, Camp Follower;) )I never felt any more stress or worry than anyone would experience in such a normal life. Or so I thought. My son joined the Air Force. He is returning home (to his home, to his wife) this weekend from deployment to, what the newsfolk relish in repeatedly declaring, “Mali, Canada’s most dangerous mission”. So here I am, again, wondering how I feel. I am of course happy. Such a simple word – “happy”. I sleep better, I don’t drink as much, I plan more outings with friends. I guess I’ve now noticed that I was not exactly “happy” while he was away. Is that worry? Stress? Probably. But it’s also life. Normal life for military families. I sure am happy his tour is over, but I know other families will be experiencing their own beginnings of such times. To them, I say, you are not alone. And thank you.
See also “Your Military They Serve and Protect“