I watched the movie Dear John last night, with a few interruptions due to my two little ones that had a bad evening/night again. Anyway, back to the movie. I liked it, even if I must say that I thought it would be even better. Always when I watch movies like this, the thoughts naturally goes back to my life and the love of my life who serves in the military.
During the year 2004 I started many letters with just
Dear Chris, while he was deployed in Iraq. It wasn't that many on "real" paper, but very many over email and a few cards and care packages. That was back then when internet and everything was rare over there, and the situation that they were in didn't often give them time, possibility or chance to use the internet even on days that it was up and running. Plus those days there was a long line for I don't know how many computers. There was also many days where the internet was extra shut down, especially because the military didn't want people to spread the words about losses and injuries before they had been able to contact the families.
In 2004 I was living in Germany and I didn't have my own computer. Had just moved to a small apartment and didn't have the money. I walked to the public library every chance I got, to send emails and see if there was maybe an email in my inbox from him....So many hopeful, exited walks that ended in tears on the way home, when there was nothing...Many afternoons I sat at my friend Christina's house and she was a big help for me during this time, to talk to and to be able to share my fears and hopes. I had my love in a war zone, and I didn't know from time to time if he was even OK.
From the end of January 2004 when he left California, I didn't even speak to him over the phone until he came home late October 2004. Every contact was through letters/emails. Of course you can imagine how difficult it was watching the news and living in Europe where they criticized everything the US military did there. To see all the reports of causalities and bombings and knowing that he was in one of the worst places in Iraq where it was the most critical that year.
Instead of just missing him, I didn't even get to talk to him. I didn't know all the time where he was and if he was safe. Sometimes it took 2-3 weeks in between the emails from him, sometimes it was just a short few lines, like I'm OK, don't worry. Sometimes it was page after page of reading. Sometimes he had been able to write a few on his laptop and didn't have the connection to send them off, so then it would be 2-3 at a time, and then he too (like in the movie) numbered the letters so I would know which one to read first..
Writing to him was also difficult. You want to ask about all the things that he goes through, but still you maybe don't want to hear the answer (if you would even get one, so many things are classified..) You want to ask about the worries, but still you want to keep the letters positive and upbeat. You want to complain about this and that, but nothing is as bad as what he's going through. You want to involve him if you have problems, but still you don't want to make him worry about you - he has to be totally focused on his task there and not having his mind on something else..
To love someone in the military is different. You don't just have the day to day stuff to worry about, but you worry and think so much more on the bigger picture. Love and trust, hope and fear gets a whole new meaning.
My Marine hasn't been deployed since then. He has been working in a undeployable unit at Camp Lejeune, and now we are on recruiting duty. But now we are standing at another cross road. Not knowing what the future will bring. This duty ends this fall, and we still don't know where we will be heading next. We have set our hopes for California, but we don't know if it will work out. We also don't know what unit my husband will be joining, most likely it will be a deployable unit again.
"Marines deploy - that's what we do", he has told me many times especially in the beginning, and I know, that's what they do....but still you always hope that just your Marine doesn't have to. Hopefully if that does happen, we will be able to have a better contact.
"No news are good news" - is something that I had to learn and that held a whole new meaning.
Maybe it will happen maybe not, but if he has to deploy again, I again will start my letters with
Dear Chris...