7 months and counting…
It’s been now seven months since I’ve seen my girl. Honestly, it actually seems longer. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but well, life does have a tendency to get in the way.
The original plan last year was: Get together in either May or June, and then start getting together every couple of months, to keep things fresh. But of course that didn’t happen. One month turned into another, and another and another. Disaster occurred in her life at the end of August, so that sucked in a major way, and I was unable to be there for her when she really needed me too. Still bothers me that I wasn’t able to do it, but responsibilities here kept that from happening. After that, it was Labor Day, then the temperatures started to drop and it was not feasible for her to attempt driving in winter weather, since I’m the one that has decades of experience in that, and she has basically one winter season under her belt. Too, my vehicle is a lot more reliable. So, more waiting.
I keep reminding myself that I’ve done this before, and I didn’t much like it. No one likes waiting, and watching, and being on the sidelines, hoping for the time that they can be together. I know there are others in the same boat, and I’ve often in my mind equated it to WWII soldiers being sent off to Europe and not seeing their loved ones for years. At least that’s how I work it out in my mind, even though if I don’t really know if it happened that way. Soldiers and sailors (and marines) got liberty, and leave, but were they allowed to take it in the US in the middle of all that combat? Did the US military allow that?
I did a little digging on the subject and here’s the result, fwiw. Your average GI Joe wasn’t allowed to go back home unless there was some sort of extraneous circumstance. If multiple siblings were serving, and all but one were killed in action, the remaining one was sent home, to continue the family line. This rule wasn’t in force at the time of The Sullivans tragedy, but several other families benefitted from it later on. So that’s the answer to that question, in case you were wondering.
Of course I’m getting away from the subject at hand. As is my custom. The bottom line is, I’d like to get together more often. I’m not certain in the current idiom it’s going to happen. And yes, dear reader, it’s damn frustrating.