The mister called today while I was at work, very unusual as he knows that I’m at work… I answered because I hardly get to talk with him. I figured it must be important. He called because he had a bad day.
His men were firing mortars today, and some Afghan nomads are claiming that their mortars burned down their tents and killed a goat (or goats???)… he’s stressed out about it because now there will be an investigation. The men think that the Afghans set their own tents on fire just so they could get compensation from the military. It’s hard to prove or disprove because the Army isn’t going to send CID to investigate on a goat. It could definitely be worse, they could be claiming civilian casualties or injuries.
I told him it’ll be a better day tomorrow. I’m sure it’s not the first time that occupied people are claiming dead goats via military fires. I told him to be careful for what he wished for… he wanted to get on this deployment roster.
The mister text me super early this morning. For some odd reason I went to sleep around midnight and woke up around 3AM. Why???
He told me they’re flying to their FOB today, and they took some rocket hits in Baghran, but thankfully no one got hurt.
I try to text his mom with updates because he usually spends his free time just texting me instead. They were stuck in Kuwait for a few days because the heat was so bad that their flight was cancelled due to the plane being too hot, making it too heavy to fly.
The guys had left last week, and it was also the day that I got my essay results for my license. Sometimes I feel bad when I send his mom updates because I don’t want his family to feel ignored by him or second place, but I think they would rather know what’s going on with him over there than had no update at all about him.
Every day he sends me a text to tell me that he loves me and misses me. He’s definitely my motivator when I get out of bed at 05:30, and leave the house at 06:20, just to get to work around 07:30… ugh, I haven’t done an hour commute for work since I worked in NYC! I only signed a one year contract with the school district, and we’re preparing for Georgia next summer. (I’ve never been to the peach state before!) ♡
Front page of local paper! ☆☆☆
Today I got a beautiful bouquet of a dozen red roses for Valentine. ♡
Catholics believe in saints. You pray to a saint when you need something. Valentine’s Day is actually a Catholic holiday that has become another western commercial holiday — that’s capitalism for you.
Not much is known about St. Valentine. The feast day of St. Valentine is February 14th. St. Valentine of Rome was said to have secretly married soldiers in the Roman Army, whom were forbidden by Emperor Claudius to marry — he believed the men made better soldiers when they didn’t have wives. A very romantic legend, but a legend nonetheless, as there is no historical context that this is actually true… it has the same mystical intrigue as Lady Godiva.
If you’re Catholic, this is the saint you pray to if you’re wanting to marry a soldier. Light a candle during his feast day, and hopefully he’ll deliver you a man in camouflage and all! Happy Valentine’s Day. ♡
I love them, they look so beautiful in my bedroom! ♡♡♡
I don’t think you know this
But I’m sort of a big deal
People know me
If I went missing they might even look for me
I have a certain set of skills
Don’t make me use them