It feels funny using that word. Deployment. Having a sister who is an army wife, this word brings to mind months and years of separation and hardships I can only guess at.
That's the word they use, though, and it stands to reason since "they" are a government agency. So, when FEMA calls for inspectors it's the word 'deployment' that is thrown at you.
At any point, from Monday on, Sam will be called to leave us. We don't know exactly when he will go, or even where he will go. We think Illinois, but there are so many declared disaster areas right now that they will simply send him wherever he is needed most when he leaves.
He will be gone at least three weeks. Maybe six. Maybe more. So many unknowns.
I'm trying to adjust to this new way of life. It's the waiting that's the worst. I just keep reminding myself that the rewards are worth the sacrifice. We will be on much better financial footing when this year ends. We will be able to breath a little easier.
But we do miss him so when he's gone!
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You could do what we Army Wives do, just knowing that his job matters, makes it easier to deal with.
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