Monday, 30 July 2012
I had a guy look at me the other night and tell me that I didn't know shit about war. That went all over me like a cup of hot coffee. I put my finger in his face, stood up on my toes (he was taller than me), and let him have it. I told him he didn't know a goddamn thing about me and to never act like he fucking knows me. I've never been to war and I've never marched into something unknown with a gun in my hand, but don't ever look at me and tell me I don't know a fucking thing about war.
Ever heard of the Silent Ranks?
I wear no uniforms, no blues or greens.
But, I am in the military, in the ranks rarely seen.
I have no rank upon my shoulders. Salutes I do not give.
But in the military world is where I live.
I am not in the chain of command, orders I do not give or get.
But my husband is the one who does, this I can not forget.
I am not the one who fires a weapon, Who puts his life on the line.
But my job is just as tough, I’m the one who is always left behind.
My husband is a patriot, a brave and pride filled man.
And the call to serve his country not all can understand.
Behind the lines, I see things needed to keep this country free.
My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do my kids and me.
I love the man I married. The military is his life.
So I pledge to support my hero and stand among the silent ranks known as THE MILITARY WIFE.
I fight battles everyday with myself and other people because not everyone can understand why we do this. So, fuck anyone who thinks I know nothing of war because you, sir, have no fucking idea.