Day 97 Kennels

I was really trying to wait until Day 100 to post about how I never thought I would make it to Day 100; however, this morning I just needed to write. Days are passing by. No they NEVER get easier. You just take one day at a time. Is morning harder than evening? It depends on the day. Every part of the day is hard. Don't let anyone tell you it ever gets easier during deployment. We are taking it day by day and then WHAM... I get a call from the hubby that they have decided he needs to move rooms. Okay... first of all I can't even consider what he is staying in as a room. It is plywood with a door. They have no floor to ceiling walls either. So when we do talk I can hear other peoples televisions and radios, etc. We had just got his internet to work in his room. Internet that by the way he is splitting with another person because the service providers in the country are charging an arm and a leg. If I recall correctly it is $170.00 a month!!! So 1/2 of that is costing us $85.00 a month!! Anyways, back to room moving. Apparently the room is 1/2 the size of the room he had before, which wasn't much. Room for a locker and a bed... so for a 6'5" man he is basically living in a sardine can. I really believe that my dog gets better treatment at the kennel when we board her.  My husband is a reservist. He was activated by a computer who picked his name. He is 43 years old... Yes I know this is what they sign up for, but seriously, I really think that for risking their lives they could be treated a little better. And yes, before I married a military man, I used to wonder what they were complaining about... Free healthcare, commissary, etc. Those benefits are nothing when your loved one is being treated like a piece of trash.  Fighting for a country that doesnt even appreciate us being there.

I've tried really hard to stay positive during this deployment. I knew what I was getting myself into... well sort of. I knew about the being 1/2 a world away from each other for a year. But I had no idea how horribly our men and women are treated overseas. I am thankful this is the 1st and only deployment we will have.  I honestly dont know how women w/children or women w/out children do multiple deployments. We are strong women. And though for the most part I may appear strong... I am crumbling on the inside. Counting down days keeps me sane. It gets me through each day. I have to hold onto the day he comes home. I have to look forward to our being together in 253 days. However, I know that number isnt correct either. Not knowing what day he will be home really sucks! 

So now I sit and wait for the next call... and wonder when it will be.