I work for the government. I work for the Navy. I deal with Commanders, Chiefs, Officers, and other ranks that my civilian self doesn't recognize. Do I care?
No.
I may work for the military, but I'm not military. I'm not a fan of being affiliated with it, and I'm sure as hell not going to start talking like one. I tell time like a civilian -- 2100? No, it's 9 pm, fool; I say my letters like a civilian -- it's A, B, C, not Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, fool; I say actual words like a civilian -- it's called Navy Family Assessment System, not NFAAS, fool.
I walk like a civilian. I talk like a civilian. I don't stop my car or freeze and salute when TAPS starts playing. I look at an Enlisted man just the same way that I look at a Captain. I don't care how long you've been in the military, or how many colorful pins you have on your ugly brown shirt. I'm a civilian...and none of that silly stuff matters in my world. If you disrespect me, you can bet I'll do it right back.
Does this mentality get me in trouble at work? You bet. I get phone calls from random military officials telling me gibberish phrases like "you jumped the chain of command" and "sorry I blew off our meeting, I had a SNAFU."
Whaaaa? It sounds like the grown-ups in Charlie Brown shows.
I'm a civilian.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Miracles
I stated in my post that it would be awhile. It has, but for different reasons.
Mr. Navy would have left on his deployment last Sunday morning. Yes, would have left.
I have never been a "tokin' Christian" or anything. Sure, I grew up Catholic and went to church, and I've always believed in a higher power. But growing up and being handed the life I was handed, I always found it really hard to scream God's name from the mountaintops. However, two weeks ago, I was given my very own miracle.
One week before he was scheduled to leave, Mr. Navy received a phone call from his deployment doctor, stating that she had found something on his ECG that disqualified him from going. Disqualified.
He told me the news -- and I literally felt the world stop -- until I heard him utter the phrase "I have to go see a Cardiologist". HUH?
Why does it always have to be one thing or another, I asked God. He won't be leaving me for war, but...what, he has a..heart problem?
Mr. Navy and I hugged...for awhile...and then began to research cardiologists and Google the different types of heart conditions that his doctor said it could be. Nothing looked too serious....at least he's not going to war... I thought.
Mr. Navy went on to get a second opinion -- and that ECG came out..gulp...normal.
Could it be, that I was just given a miracle? That in fact, it isn't one thing or another, but that he and I were blessed by God and given the ability to not be separated? And, could it be, that there is actually nothing wrong with his heart?
Stay tuned for the final results, but I can stand here and say proudly...that while I'm still not a "tokin' Christian", I am living proof of miracles. Just believe, even when it's the last thing you want to do.
Mr. Navy would have left on his deployment last Sunday morning. Yes, would have left.
I have never been a "tokin' Christian" or anything. Sure, I grew up Catholic and went to church, and I've always believed in a higher power. But growing up and being handed the life I was handed, I always found it really hard to scream God's name from the mountaintops. However, two weeks ago, I was given my very own miracle.
One week before he was scheduled to leave, Mr. Navy received a phone call from his deployment doctor, stating that she had found something on his ECG that disqualified him from going. Disqualified.
He told me the news -- and I literally felt the world stop -- until I heard him utter the phrase "I have to go see a Cardiologist". HUH?
Why does it always have to be one thing or another, I asked God. He won't be leaving me for war, but...what, he has a..heart problem?
Mr. Navy and I hugged...for awhile...and then began to research cardiologists and Google the different types of heart conditions that his doctor said it could be. Nothing looked too serious....at least he's not going to war... I thought.
Mr. Navy went on to get a second opinion -- and that ECG came out..gulp...normal.
Could it be, that I was just given a miracle? That in fact, it isn't one thing or another, but that he and I were blessed by God and given the ability to not be separated? And, could it be, that there is actually nothing wrong with his heart?
Stay tuned for the final results, but I can stand here and say proudly...that while I'm still not a "tokin' Christian", I am living proof of miracles. Just believe, even when it's the last thing you want to do.
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