"d'you think this is the way our lives are going to be?" D asked me as we were fixing supper this evening. "y'know, me going away all the time".
I do think this is the way things are going to be. I think that we're not going to measure things in years anymore, I think it's going to be pre, during and post-deployment.
This career field is so overwhelmingly undermanned. We had reservists coming to assist for a while, but they all went home in November. Now we have augumentees from other squadrons, most of whom are doing a 2 month tour and are almost dead on their feet by the time they go back to their regular duties. Imagine how it is for those guys who have no end in sight....a perpetual cycle of 16+ hour days on a 4 on, 2 off schedule with PT and training on at least one of those days off. No holidays or weekends off, and leave is at a minimum...it's getting pretty sucky to be a flight cop. It HAS been pretty sucky being a flight cop, and it's not going to get better anytime soon.
D and I are lucky. He's qualified to do things other than patrol/street cop, so after working a couple months of flight, he went to run the jail. It's quite funny, actually...before I started working over at legal, I would ask him what he did at work and he'd tell me what he could...but obviously there are some things he couldn't tell me. Now the roles have been reversed. I'm involved in an investigation that's going to be coming to trial, and I can't tell him some of it...once it's been adjudicated I can talk about it, but by that time he'll have the suspect and will know the whole story anyway. Actually, it probably won't be him, it'll be his understudy - D'll be in the desert.
Anyhoo, the tables have been turned and I sometimes get quite a kick out of witholding information from him....hehe.....
I sometimes wonder if this military life is the glue that's holding this relationship together. If the only reason we've managed to make it this long is the separations, the 'time out's' from each other that a lot of married couples don't get. 11 years it's been since he and I stood up in front of our friends and made vows to each other (vows that have been sorely tested at times, but that's a whole other article)...and I sometimes wonder how many more years I have left in me.
Being married to the military isn't easy....and yes, I am literally married to the military. Unlike some other jobs, the military permeates every aspect of our lives. We live on a military installation, we live in a government house, we shop at military facilities, our health care comes from military physicians.....my husband is not 'D the police officer' who takes off his job when he takes off his uniform, he's Tech Sgt Lonesome who's a military member first and foremost and a cop/jailer/detective second. I'm Missus Lonesome, who's Tech Sgt Lonesome's wife first and foremost....it can be very irritating at times to not be seen as a person in my own right, just someone's spouse. I am finally starting to understand why people like to live off base. There you can take your uniform off at the end of the day and be known just as 'D' or 'K' or whoever the heck you are...you're not as defined by your rank and AFSC.
One day....we'll get up the balls to move off base. One day, he'll be done with the military...no, I take that back. We're never going to be done with the military. We're going to be getting a check from them for the rest of his life, and medical care until we both die. We're always going to be affiliated with them in once form or another....he's just going to change status is all.
I do have a choice, though, and I know that. I can either stay and take the deployments and all the horseshit that accompany them, or I can leave.
I know which I prefer.