Field Week.

I hate the field. With a passion. In Marine Corps lingo, “the field” is when a platoon goes and practices all of their defensive maneuvers, rolls around in the dirt with warpaint, and generally acts like big strong military men. Going to the field is usually extremely fun for the marine (or navy corpsman in my husband’s case). They get to do what they joined the military to do, without having to deploy. Unfortunately, deployment is exactly why they go to field training.

My husband and his platoon are deploying soon. Ugh. Can you tell that I am completely unenthused about it? This will be our first big deployment. Ever since he was stationed her in Norfolk with the FAST team, the field weeks have been out of control. The point of the FAST team is to secure things like foreign embassies and weapons and such overseas. They can deploy at a moments notice. This also means that their deployments are on a rotation. No matter what, I usually know the general time and to where my husband will be going.

What stinks the most is that he just came home from a deployment to Cuba (Guantanamo Bay) a few months ago. And now he is going back out again. I know a lot of people (mostly civilians) who would say, “Oh well, you know what you signed up for when you said I do.” This is true, yes I do know what I signed up for. But the reality is so much more terrible than the thought of surviving a few months without your husband. When my husband left for Cuba, it felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest…I wandered around for a week not knowing what to do. Suddenly I was in charge of two extremely confused and sad children. And I was all by myself.

I got through it (more on that later), and was so grateful when he came home. I wasn’t worried about the danger (there was slim to none doing training exercises in Cuba). But then he got home and I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy him being home since he was basically going to have to turn around and go out again. I have tried to live by the moment, enjoy the time I have with my husband, and the time that my children have with their dad, but it is so hard.

This upcoming deployment will be much more dangerous. If anyone reads the news they should have a fairly good idea of where he is going. While I am fairly candid in my blog, due to OPSEC (operational security) I cannot say exactly when, or to where he is going. Gotta protect our military! But I will say that this one has me worried, scared even. All I can do is trust that he will come home alright.


Hey! Mrs. Doc Brady!

This is what my husband’s marines call me. A little background info on a “field corpsmen”…My husband Joe is a field corpsmen, meaning he is trained to work with the marines. The Marine Corps doesn’t have their own medical so they use the Navy’s. When you see pictures of marines in Afghanistan or Iraq, there is ALWAYS a corpsmen with them in the platoon. Since there is one corpsmen to maybe sixty or so marines, they get the honorary title of “Doc”. I know about 27 thousand “doc’s” since all of my husband’s corpsman friends are also called doc. Get a few in the same room and you start to get confused. 

Anywho, these marines are all younger than my husband and I, so most of them are super polite military style. “Yes ma’am, no ma’am, thank you ma’am.” You get the picture. I adore the politeness from a military man. Too bad my husband doesn’t have more of it 😉 It would seem that a few of the marines get nervous when they are talking to me. I have told them repeatedly that they are allowed to call me Sam but they won’t. As I was trying to assure a marine that this wouldn’t be a breach of military conduct, he nervously blurted out, “Yes ma’am Mrs. Doc Brady, ma’am!”

I was surprised into silence (something that doesn’t happen too often, let me tell you). My husband started laughing, and the marine looked like he didn’t know whether to laugh with him or run out of my front door. He opted for a stoic smile…

And yes, my last name is Brady. Let’s all get it out of our systems now… “There’s a story of a lovely ladddyy, who was bringing up three very loveelllly girls!” I do not claim this last name by birth, only by marriage. My maiden name was a nice, no jokes name. Oh well. You love the man, you love the name.

So at our house we are often referred to as “Doc and Mrs. Doc Brady.” Pretty classy for a couple of people who haven’t finished college yet and don’t plan on ever holding a Ph.D in anything don’t you think?

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