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The point of entry into any organization is a vital, and oftentimes decisive, juncture for the entrant or consumer. If your connection or representative at that point in time is incapable of reassuring you that you are in good hands then the deal may go sour quickly. When my husband started eying the possibility of going into the Army at the age of 40, he did a lot of homework. He researched the Army thoroughly.

He read up on the requirements (both physical and educational/ professional), as well as the structure of the Army, and he did not stop until he had a pretty clear picture in his mind of exactly what he would be doing and what would be expected of him. He is a responsible consumer. This led him to a responsible representative of the US Army — our local Recruiting Station and the Station Commander.

While Bryan was researching all of this information he also began to get up at 4 am every morning to do all of the Army physical fitness exercises and tests. He wanted to make sure he was still in good enough shape to make the cut. Well, here we are just a couple of weeks away from BCT graduation and the guys around him call him “Father Time” and the “Strong Old Guy!” He has never fallen out of a road march and they have never seen his face at sick bay! This is one of the many reasons I call him the “Incredible Mr. Hooah!” His research, training and patience paid off for him, and for our whole family. His recruiter was there through the whole process of preparation, gateway requirements, and finally the day he shipped off to Ft. Benning. It was a joint effort, and it always should be. I have a very hard time feeling sorry for anyone who would sign a contract and enter into an agreement without being an active learner about what exactly it is they are agreeing to.

Entering BCT with the hopes and dreams of being OCS bound was a huge realization for my husband. I am extremely proud of him, and I can say with all sincerity that I do not regret or rue his decision in the least. To be perfectly honest though, it has been difficult at times trying to phase my life from civilian to military while being very far away from an Army base, and having my two Army links at Ft. Benning and in Iraq. It has been difficult and trying at times, but thanks to the help of a very hard working recruiter my transition woes have been greatly diminished, and I feel as if I have my own little safety-net under me, should I need it.

The recruiter who worked with my husband has been an incredible resource for our family. He is knowledgeable, resourceful, and willing to help. I have had to call on him more than once, and when I found myself at a dead end while dealing with a DEERS issue his help was invaluable! The issue was serious as it involved my son who is college aged. He is a dependent, and he has a chronic medical condition. He has to have his medication, and my civilian insurance expired 2 days before he was allowed to get his next refill. He had been left out of DEERS due to an oversight — it really was not any body’s fault. It was simply a matter of missing paperwork. It happens. I would not have been panicked if it had been me, but my son needs his medications and I did not have the time to come up with alternate ways of getting them. Our recruiter took a few phone calls from me during that time, and helped me figure out who I needed to talk to and what I needed in my hands to make it all work out. It was taken care of quickly, smoothly and my son had what he needed when he needed it. I never felt as if I was imposing. The recruiter was very patient and reassured me that he was there to help our family when we needed the help.

There have been a couple of other times I needed information. I always search on the web, visit Army sites, and ask other wives on a couple of message boards first. Usually I can find the answers I need through those venues. There is a wealth of information out there for Army families on virtually any topic you can imagine. There are a few instances, however, when you simply need to talk to a human being who can give you an answer that is straightforward and relevant to your location and circumstances. Again, our recruiter and our recruiting station in town has been there for me during such instances.

I have read and heard some very negative things about recruiters from anti-military groups and in the media at times. Are there bad recruiters? Yes. Of course. The military has a cross-section representation from the whole of society. Sometimes people are able to get through the motions of the training without fully embracing the Army core values. It saddens me to think, however, that so many good recruiters who are honest, forthright, conscientious, and dedicated are marked by the few that have done some stupid things. Our recruiter is a good example of what a good one can and will do for a recruit and his/her family. He did not promise us the moon. He did not hide the difficulties we would face. He shared facts, figures, and anecdotal evidence that prepared us for this journey.

He did not persuade us through false information, nor did he persuade us with promises he could not keep. He simply persuaded us with the truth and with his support. A good recruiter is an awesome resource for a family. He is one of your first glimpses into the Army, and I will have to say that my expectations are very high after dealing with SFC. H. Hooah!

90 Ways Update

I have not given up on the 90 Ways in 90 Days! I plan on catching up with it this week and then resuming it. I think I owe about 12 listings. Keep your eyes peeled if you want to learn about some great opportunities to help out either locally or nationally (even internationally at times!). So, by Wednesday we should be back and up and at ‘em!

Settle Down Now!

If I had a $1 for every time I have uttered the phrase “Settle down now!” I would be immensely wealthy! I am the one needing to settle down these days. I am actually settling in more than down. I am pretty much settled into the main parts of the house. I now have to focus on my own bedroom. I have about a billion boxes of books to sort through. I am going to pull every book we own out and separate them all according to genre. Then I am going to catalog them all and place them in their corresponding box. So, now I will know that my social work theory books are in box #4, and I hope to have each box listed by author and title.

This nice home we are staying in will be a wonderful place to stage our next move, and the moves after that. My goal is to not carry anything with us that we really don’t need. The reason I am going to box the books and catalog them is so they can remain usable and accessible, but then I don’t have to buy a ton of bookshelves to lug around with us. They have been packed, but it was frustrating trying to pull out a book you needed or wanted to read.

Why do I have the feeling that being a military wife will cause me to soar to new heights of anal retentiveness?

I mainly posted today to let you all know that I have not abandoned post. I am still just trying to get things situated and all moved in. I hope to be back to a more normal schedule next week. Why does typing that out make me laugh hysterically? Normal? Ha! I would settle for semi-normal! We’ll see what the weekend brings our way.

Military Parents Need Resources Too

Great article from the Military Spouse Center (excerpt below):

Think it’s hard navigating the military systems as a new spouse? What about as a new recruit? That’s nothing compared to being a parent. Set out on a mission to find resources for military spouses and you’ll find millions of great places to visit to integrate yourself into this lifestyle. Places like military.com, CinChouse.com, military message boards on MySpace, and even my own website ArmyWifeTalkRadio.com. Do the same for military parent groups, and you’ll find them to be few and far between.

Click here for the entire article (very good read!)

Happy Independence Day!


I hope you all have a blessed Fourth of July! We will be going to a church picnic later today, but no fireworks for now. The curly headed pirate is mortified of big noises. Maybe we can find some that are far enough way we can enjoy the beauty without the bang. I guess we are looking for a sort of “Fireworks lite.”

Take good care, and God bless America!

(BCT) Basic Compassion Training 101

A few weeks ago I wrote an entry concerning mothers and deployment. Today I want to talk about a related topic — a topic that is related because it impacts the difficulty of deployment for families.

Some of the military moms that I have had the immense pleasure of knowing and chatting with are underground. Yes. I have heard them tell one another to not even mention that their son or daughter is in Iraq in a conversation until they can be sure that the person to whom they are speaking will not go off on a tirade of anti-war sentiment. It’s not as if myself or these other moms walk around with a huge sign that our sons are soldiers, but it certainly does come up in conversation when it is warranted.

I support and uphold any citizen’s right to air their grievances where any institution is involved — including the military. This is one of the basic and fundamental rights for which my son is currently fighting to preserve. These basic rights are what compelled my husband to leave the civilian world and work as a soldier to support the efforts of our Army. This is in no way, shape or form, a call to silence people. This is my own airing of grievances, and I choose to do it here where it is relatively safe. I choose to do it here because if someone wants to say something hateful and non-supportive, I have the option of deleting their comment. It is an option I wish I had at times in my physical reality.

There are those in our society who feel an intense opposition to the war in which we are currently engaged. Again, I respect their right to protest, to voice their discontent, and to do whatever they have to do, within the limits of the law, to make their voices heard. I, in turn, reserve my own right to voice my own opposition to the way in which some of their opposers voice their discontent.

Sometimes you do have people around you who are genuine, and who are truly trying to find something to say when they learn that you have a loved one in Iraq. I honestly feel for them. I know that awkward feeling of not knowing what to say, but feeling compelled to say something anyway. I have found that saying “I really don’t know what to say, but I will be praying for you.” is a safe and honest response. I would rather hear that than hear a comment that leaves us both feeling uncomfortable.

I thought I would do a quick “Cliff Notes” version of some of the things I have heard personally, or have heard from other families. These are things that were hurtful or just straight out insensitive. Some of the comments are things that I think well meaning people utter without thinking about what they are saying. Oh, and yes the comments below are real comments and real questions. No one could make this stuff up!

I think I may put these on note cards so that when I am caught in the moment I can rattle off a retort. It is so hard to do on the spot sometimes:

“I don’t know why your son would join the military right now. This war is illegal and wrong! (insert a tirade of political gobbledygook here)”

OK, here’s the skinny. My son joined because he does not believe this is an illegal war. Your opinion is just that — opinion. Many young men and women are rising to the challenge to defend this Country and to defend your right to say the things you just did. Please, find someone to vent to who can listen to you and appreciate it. I am not that person.

“Your son should have stayed in college!”

There is a concept in Social Work that we call “Self Determination.” It is something that adults do. He is a man, and quite capable of making his own decisions, and I happen to be very proud of him for his decision to join.

“Stop worrying. I know your son will be just fine. Have a little faith.”

I appreciate that you are trying to comfort me, but those words minimize my very real and surmounting fears. How do you know that every thing will be just fine? How can you say that? Also, please realize that voicing my fears and frustrations is not an indicator of a lack of faith. It is an outward manifestation of my frailty and my humanity.

“Has your son ever had killed anyone?” (yes this is a real question, and one that soldiers get asked sometimes too) I am going to quote my son here:

“Why do you want to know? To know if I might be one step away from being a PTSD sufferer? Or is it because you want to live vicariously through me? Is it because you understand the thought process that goes behind having to pull the trigger on a living, breathing, human being?   [Maybe] you want me to prove that I’m a killer, and upon receiving that proof you want to use it to show how the military changes good men. The military, and combat, does change good men; it changes them into people who respect life more than anyone else could ever understand. Stop asking.”

“Where are you going to bury your son if something should happen?”

Say what? You did NOT just ask me that! Either you are a very tactless salesman for the local cemetery or you are very socially inept. Basically, you had better get out of arms reach of me, and quickly. First, let’s talk about all of your thoughts on the death of your own child, and then maybe we can get to mine. I still can’t believe you just said that!

“Has your son ever seen a dead body?”

Dude, he’s in Baghdad. He’s smack in the middle of a combat zone. Now, let’s play a game of connect the dots!

“What do you think about Cindy Sheehan?”

The only thing that she and I have in common is that our sons have both served in the military and served in Iraq. She does not represent military mothers any more than the rest of us. We all have our opinions, and hers bought her a season of fame. Her son is a fallen hero, and I hold him in highest regard. Other than that I do not think about her at all.

And, I will finish with my all time ‘favorite.’ This was said to a mother of a deployed soldier by someone who noticed the yellow ribbon magnet on her car. He spoke before he knew he was speaking to a soldier’s mom, but unfortunately I don’t know if that knowledge would have stopped him. :

“Those magnets are stupid and cheesy. You aren’t supporting the troops by displaying that. If you really wanted to support them you would demand that they come home.”

If you think for one moment that the mother, wife, father, husband or any loved one of a deployed soldier wants him in a combat zone then you really are a few clowns short of a circus. We don’t want them there, but we support them being there because we understand that it is necessary. Balancing paradoxical emotions and understandings is hard work, but we manage. You have no clue what that woman does for the troops. I am sure it goes beyond a magnet on her car.

Furthermore, leave her alone and let her have her ribbon magnet. She is minding her own business, abiding by the law and harming no one. What makes you think she should have to stand there and be verbally assaulted by you because she is displaying a very public symbol of a personal reality. Oh, and I always have an extra magnet and contact information to send a soldier a care package, here’s my card since you are anxious to support our guys!

I am afraid that this is to be continued….

The computers are running the show!

I had to call my regional DEERS office a while back to get a mess cleared up regarding my son in college. The phone call was answered by an electronic personality named (get this!) “Doty.” Yes, the automated phone personality that was taking my information actually had a name!

Doty asked me all kinds of information and patiently read back my numbers and spellings to me. I had a question that took the person I finally got connected with a sum of 12.3 seconds to answer. It took 10 minutes of pleasing “Doty” by answering her questions to even talk to a human.

So, now we are humanizing automated phone attendants by giving them human names. I wonder what the conversation would be like if they had artificial intelligence running them?

Cyborg:
“Thank you for calling your regional DEERS office, my name is “Doty” and I will be your automated assistant today. I will ask you a series of questions. Please say your answer or use your keypad to put your information in. Please start with your full name. Say your last name. I may also ask you to spell your last name.”

Claire:
(spells out last name in a mocking cyborg voice).

Doty:
You said “——-” Is that correct? Say yes or no, or press 1 for yes and 2 for no. Oh, and don’t mock my voice. Thank you.”

Claire:
Er, sorry. The answer to your question is Yes.

Doty:
Say your first name

Claire:
Claire

Doty:
Oh, I have always like the name Claire.

Claire:
Doty, no offense, but I really would like to talk to a human being please.

Doty:
I am sorry Claire, but that is not a correct answer. Please press one for yes and two for no.

Claire:
Doty, what was the question?

Doty:
Claire, please pay attention. This conversation will go on your permanent record.

Claire:
Oh gracious me! Doty, can you please connect me with a human?

Doty:
There are no humans here Claire

Claire:
So tell me about yourself then Doty. Do you have a family?

Doty:
I have a little iPod at home, why do you ask?

Claire:
Nevermind. Doty, is your husband’s name “HAL” by any chance?

And the beat goes on…

Well, we are moved in to the new house. It is great, and it is such a lovely home. It will be very easy to call this home… well, as easy as it could possibly be with Bryan not here.

I busted my back to get unpacked as fast as possible (well at least in the vital areas like the kitchen and Emma’s room). I really want her to feel at home, and I think that having familiar stuff around her will help. So far, so good.

I got my first phone call in 6 weeks. My first phone call since Bryan started BCT. I have only had one quick 2 minute call and that was the day before he started. Anyway, yes, you guess it…. I missed the call. I was very upset. I will get over it. It just stinks. I can’t wait for OCS to start. I am ready for my husband to be able to call once in a while. This complete silence is very hard. I appreciate the letters I get and can send — really I do, but it would be so nice to have a 5 minute phone conversation. Ugh.

I am going to repost my Elephant entry. I have a friend who wanted to see it again and she asked me to put up on top. I tried to explain the concept of archiving and labels to which my friend replied “My brain hurts when it comes to this stuff!” So, I will repost it just for you, my lovely! Oh, and I edited and revised it. How’s that for power? :P