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New Equation

Here’s a new equation for bliss:

2 men
4 combat boots
4 duffle bags
1 night of laughter, talking and catching up
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equals = One very happy woman.

They are both home! Both of them. Of course they speak in some coded language that I can not decipher. I stopped asking them what things meant. I just like to hear them talking shop. When we picked Bryan up at the airport last night a nice man came up and thanked Bryan. He was in ACU’s and Mike was in civilian clothing. Bryan shook the man’s hand, but said “Don’t thank me. I haven’t done anything. Thank my son, he’s the one doing the hard work.” Is it any wonder I love these guys?

JROTC to the rescue!

Mike was asked to come to Nate’s school and talk with the JROTC program there. Nate has been in the program since the beginning of the school year, and he is really enjoying it. It’s an Air Force program, and the Major has taken a liking to Nate. Mike spoke with the kids there about what it’s like being a soldier and answered the various questions they had about deployment.

So, yesterday Mike and I were standing in the dining room trying to organize and strategize about how to get these supplies to Iraq quickly. Mike called Major and he said that Friday after school there would be 15 students from the program at the school ready to unpack and repack school supplies, put labels on boxes, and load said boxes into my car. Major is buying pizza and Mike is supplying the drinks. Now that sounds like a plan to me!

Update on our school supply packing

Well, my dining room is very full of boxes right now, and we only have 1/3 of the supplies here. We are realizing now that a lot of the boxes have items too large to put into the flat rate boxes. We do have a few flat rates packed from another huge bag of various school supplies that were donated through my church. S, the flat rate postage you sent will still be used to ship the supplies. I may have to put them on some of the large boxes and then pay the difference. On some of the larger boxes (these have plastic zip binders) it is cheaper to send them as boxed. If we were to unbox them and send them flat rate it would take 2 flat rate boxes per carton to ship… as it is with its weight it costs 11.95 to ship the crate.

So, we are trying to be wise, but we want to get this stuff ready to fully ship ASAP. I also think that shipping it out in phases will be better. So, today I hope to ship out phase one, which will include about 17 crates and 3 flat rate boxes.

Mike’s Cpt. has been alerted to the shipment (he is who we are sending it to since Mike is here), and I swear that man is going to get a huge box of goodies when this is all sent over. Mike said that they are all excited to get the shipment so they can take it to the school and give it to the teachers to pass out to the students. They are promising some pictures, and I owe a few here as well. We’ll take some pics of our first trip to the Post Office - I will be sure to get a picture of the clerk’s face when they see our load come in through the door.

Note to self: Stop and get a very nice gift basket for postal workers before ruining their day with massive shipment. ;)

Reunification isn’t for cowards

So, it’s here. The very long-anticipated week is here. Mr. Hooah! is coming home. 7 months of separation, BCT, OCS, broken bone, and a quick visit for convalescent care, and viola! Now he will be home for a couple of months until he can rehab this leg and get himself running again. It’s quite a jolt to the system I have to admit. I am looking forward to it more than anything, but right now I am just anxiously waiting for his approval on all that I have done while he has been away.

He is not a hard man to please. Really, he’s not. I am more hard on myself than he would ever dream of being towards me. So, this is an indulgence of my own neurotic tendency toward perfectionism. You know how it is… it’s a struggle with the “enoughs.” Is the house nice enough? Are the kids behaving well enough? Do I look good enough? Have I handled our finances wisely enough? Oh, the list goes on and on. My head knows it will all be fine because we talk every evening, and we discuss everything that is going on. Nothing will be a surprise to him at all. He already knows the decisions that have been made, and all of the major decisions have gone through him via the phone. So, what’s the deal?

Maybe I am struggling with roles. When Mr. Hooah! left I had to become the pivotal point for the entire household. I was the central contact for all business, family and friends connections. I kept everyone informed of what was going on with him and Mike, and also informed my soldiers of happenings back home as I was able. I was the letter writer, care package sender, bill payer, sick toddler keeper, teenager learning to drive doer, blogger, roarer, snorer, and mopper of the floors. I do it all. Only now I am going to have to sift through these things and give up what I had only taken over to compensate for his absence. I will have to give it up adequately for both of us to adjust back into this family life gig again, but not totally so that I am ready to take it back over at a given moment when he is ready to leave again.

He will be here when I have to hug Mike good-bye and watch him fly away again. That is one thing I never could do for myself — comfort me the way he does. Holding that pillow at night just doesn’t cut it. Pillows just don’t listen very well, and they don’t seem to notice when you are crying. Let the chips fall where they may. I know that whatever little bumps there are in this road to reunification we will find that common ground in the love and tenderness we have always been able to display toward one another. I can’t wait to have him here again.

Blog Blingage

I have added some very cool html coding into my template. Please (even if you have to make it up…) tell me that you did a little “ooohhh!” “aaahhhh!” the first time you clicked the “read more” link and saw the entire post gently fade in.

You all know how long winded I can get, so I thought adding the feature to shorten the length of the entries until you were ready to read them would be good. Please let me know if the html is in any way bogging down your visit to the blog. I did it to speed things up, so if you are having any troubles because of it, I definitely want to know. I am going to streamline the blog eventually and add tabs at the top to make the post page more “clean” and with less clutter and graphics. Your feedback is always appreciated.

Bonding, Resiliency and Brotherhood

Human connectedness and resiliency are believed by many to have a strong positive correlation. Resiliency theories are often very complex and complicated, and they should be. I don’t think that resiliency can ever be argued on a nature versus nurture basis, but rather it is more noted as being on a continuum without an absolute polar on either end. Both personality type and social upbringing deeply impact the amount of resiliency that a person has, and sometimes resiliency is simply a mystery. I have studied cases that left me scratching my head and wondering what combination of the variables left a certain client able to cope with extreme tragedy when it appeared as if the odds were stacked against him in every way. As a woman of faith, however, I am not a betting person. I simply have to accept through faith that there is much, much more to the picture than I am able to see or understand. Human behavior and our mental/emotional capacity is absolutely amazing to witness in those who are under extreme stress or have faced extreme difficulties. It always amazes me to watch God’s plans and ways unfold in the beautiful mechanisms He has so generously placed within the minds and hearts of men.

Humans are not born into the world alone or unconnected. We are not hatched, nor do we form outside of a mother’s womb. We are conceived and we grow within another human body, and that person holds us physically close to her heart for 9 months. At the time of birth we are handled by human hands, and we hear human voices. None of this is automated and from this moment forward we experience life through loving hands that touch, a voice that speaks to us, smells that become familiar, tastes that nurture our growth, and the warmth of the people who have been entrusted to care for us. Barring any abuse or neglect, we grow up with a sense that the world can be a place where others can be trusted. You grow to be wise and understand that you can’t trust everyone, but you are instilled with a very intuitive sense of basic trust that allows you to continue this life of human connectedness with others who may share your faith, beliefs, preferences and values. Even for those with whom you have nothing in common, is often extended an amount of this trust and mutual empathy simply based on the fact that they are human. It’s a beautiful gift.

I have started pondering a lot about human connectedness and its importance to soldiers who are at war. It is driving home for me the understanding that families have of the importance of continuing to reach out to their deployed soldier and “touching” him from home with familiar sights, sounds, tastes, and words. I have no doubt, whatsoever, that this form of reaching out and reinforcing the bonds of family during a time when a son may be feeling the most threatened, will be an important part of the springboard for allowing him to vault back into life after redeployment. There is another resource at play though, and it is extremely important — I would not say it trumps the family, but there is nothing else that can replace it. Family love and support is unique to the scene because a family will contain for a soldier a safe haven back home. The family will contain a lifetime of memories and a form of acceptance at a level where a soldier can let his guard down and know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that his family will care for him. He has another family now that does this for him as well.

I am enjoying spending time with my son — actually that is an understatement. I am loving it. He is great. I do not see changes to his personality, but rather changes that are outward signs of his new life experiences. To say that I respect him as a young man is another understatement. The amount of respect and confidence I have in him has greatly increased over the years, and this visit home reminds me of how my capacity for respect and confidence in my son will continue to grow. We are pretty close. One thing I really love to hear him talk about is his deep care and concern for his fellow soldiers. Hearing him talk about his military brothers the way he does reminds me that the importance of bonding does not end with a soldier’s family — it continues on and a new bond and allegiance is forged out of common ground, common experiences, empathy, respect and sharing a long moment in life in the battlefield. Even in the most micro-focused moments in the battlefield I know my soldier has immediate purpose and meaning attached to his actions. The bond that he has developed with some of his fellow soldiers has given him brothers to protect and brothers to fight for.

I think that awareness can sometimes telescope from the macro and global out to the micro and personal when it comes to realities, and that includes war. I can not imagine that every time a soldier is out on a mission he is thinking to himself “I am serving my Country. I am fulfilling my calling and my duty.” An individual does not think in macro terms like that on a moment to moment basis, and especially when they are thinking of an immediate reality that impacts them so personally. This is why I am beginning to appreciate the bond between soldiers on a new level. My son’s views of the war may not be as global since he is dealing with the war in the immediate. In the inner-most dealings of this war I know he feels a deep sense of duty to his fellow soldiers — and in expressing this sense of duty, he is also serving his Country. By fulfilling his duty on the micro level, he is in fact fulfilling it on the macro level as well.

When our sons come home from war they do not come home unaffected. I think that we, as parents and loved ones, tend to brace ourselves for the anticipated fallout of PTSD or other physical issues that may have occurred due to experiences in the battlefield. Maybe there are some things we can anticipate that are actually good — there are strengths that will exist due to his experiences, and those are things that can be built on to secure his footing when he returns. These strengths will consist of the skills developed and honed in from daily use in the sandbox, but one of his largest assets he will have will be his sense of connectedness and the bond he has with other Veterans. He will have a cohort group that he can relate to, and these will be people that will understand him when others may need an explanation. Blood may be thicker than water, but I think that the ties that bind our Veterans together make up the difference 100 times over.

This concept of brotherhood is not only naturally occurring camaraderie between soldiers, but it is a form of self-preservation. Sometimes we crave the thing we need the most, right when we need it the most. We may not even realize that we are seeking it out at the time. Our soldiers know that the bonds they create are vital in many regards. It serves them well in many capacities, and it may be a cardinal resource that helps to lead them safely back home and aids them during their time of reentry adjustments.

Family updates

Things may slow down a little here at KDH during the next few weeks. It is hard to tell how everything will impact my ability to write. Usually blogging is my way to work through difficult times, but I may be a little more strapped for time in the coming weeks. The best reason of all is that Bryan will be home sometime next week — and for one glorious week or so, I will have both of my guys home at the same time!

Of course the Holidays are fast approaching and I will be hosting an annual cookie exchange that a good friend and I (with an additional rotating hostess) put on each Christmas. It’s a lot of fun and we always go all out on decorating, baking and providing some wonderful heavy appetizers for the night. This year’s festivities should be another success. This year, however, it will not be all fun and games that will keep me away.

My mother had a biopsy on her lung last Wednesday. She will be having surgery on the 3rd of December to have 1/3 of her lung removed. I do not know yet what, if any, follow up treatment she will be facing. I do know that another surgery is imminent as she also has to have her thyroid gland removed ASAP after the lung issues are dealt with. Please keep her and my family in your prayers. This is a very serious operation, and the post operative time of healing and recovery will be extensive, I am sure.

Military Desertion Rates and the AP

Hat tip to Black Five for leading me to the following article by Alan Fraser of American Thinker. When I first came across the AP article he mentions I knew that the statistics being used in the story were not telling the whole story. In research unless you have a total and accurate picture of the subject then you really can not draw any conclusions from the statistics. Remember the quote attributed to Mark Twain (and many others too)? There are three kinds of lies; lies, damned lies; and statistics. The story I read that AP put out was obviously a damned statistical lie.

When ever you are reading a story that backs it’s claims with numbers it is important to see the numbers from different angles. Rates, ratios, percentages, total numbers and definitions are all absolutely needed to even begin to understand exactly what is going on with the numbers. It is also very important to try and think through any possible alternative explanations for the changes in the numbers that you may see. Sometimes an explanation may seem to have face validity (such as desertion rates jumping sharply during a time of war), but when you begin to look at the rates and ratios from previous years then the numbers really may tell a different story all together. Please take a moment and read the excerpt below, and visit the American Thinker blog and read the article in its entirety. Remember that predigested information is a lot like highly processed food — it should only be accepted from someone you trust, and it loses a lot of nutrients and flavor in the process.


Military Desertion Rates and the Associated Press
By Alan Fraser
November 18, 2007

Excerpt

According to America’s biggest news agency, the United States is facing what amounts to a desertion crisis in its military. Lolita C. Baldur of the Associated Press writes a story headlined, “Army Desertion Rate Up 80 Pct. Since ‘03.

According to this AP story, 9 in every 1,000 soldiers “went AWOL” in fiscal ending September 30, 2007. In the year ended September 30, 2006, nearly 7 per 1,000 were AWOL. The article uses the terms AWOL and desertion interchangeably even though they are not the same. A deserter is a member of the armed forces who remains absent from his unit, organization, or place of duty with intent to remain away permanently or goes away from his unit with the intent to avoid hazardous duty or to shirk important service. e.g. during times of war. Article 85 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice.


The article continues on to show how reported desertion rates from the past were not used in AP’s reporting:

This is all interesting. But are these rates that AP hypes in its article high or low relative to other periods in history. Relative to other wars, for instance. What do you think?

According to author Rod Powers (who spent 23 years in the Air Force), the desertion rates per 1,000 for the Army and Marines from 1997 through 2004 are as follows:
ARMY

1997


2,218


4.58 per 1,000

1998


2,520


5.20 per 1,000

1999


2,966


6.13 per 1,000

2000


3,949


8.16 per 1,000

2001


4,597


9.50 per 1,000

2002


4,483


9.26 per 1,000

2003


3,678


7.60 per 1,000

2004


2,376


4.91 per 1,000

Read entire article HERE