Theodore's World

It takes a special woman to make a military wife, a very special one. There is something about them that their contemporizes in the civilian world don’t understand. I hope you don’t mind, but let me tell you about my military wife.

She spent 20 years of my 26 years in the Air Force with me, supporting my career 200%. At my 12 year point I was planning on getting out but she told me I only have 8 more years till I reach 20 and that I will do 8 more years; then I can do what I want but I will do 8 more years. I said “yes ma’am” and not only did the 8 years but at her prodding did an additional 6. When I was a Flight Chief in a KC-135 unit we were deploying constantly because NKAWTG (Nobody Kicks Ass Without Tanker Gas). It was my job to select and prepare people for these deployments. She would insist that I deploy along with my troops, saying “you can’t send people all over the world if you don’t go yourself”. While deployed I never knew of any problems back home. All she would say is everything is going great. When I got back home, she then informed me of any problems like my son getting hurt and going to the emergency room. She never wanted me to worry while I was gone. She would say, “after all, there’s nothing you can do about it from half way around the world”.

We retired in 1999 and one year later I buried her back in the area she grew up and loved; she had leukemia. I remarried two years later and my new wife is a wonderful woman but she would have never survived life in the military. It takes a special kind of woman to be a military wife and they are few and far between.

Oh Bob, tears are all over my face. What you have written is so beautiful. I can't tell you what it means to me to read about her. I am so sorry that she got sick and has passed away. Thank you Bob for sharing like this.
God has blessed you with a second wife that is wonderful too like you said. Each one being their own unique person.

My heart is full and so blessed to have met you online and call you friend. Thank you.

BobF:

The wife you described can never be explained in the terms we have today for relationships. I'm no longer religious, but I know that only a narrative that includes God can illuminate the kind of devotion you experienced, and the selflessness that went with it. And it's certain that you had something to do with it, yourself.

As for Sheehan (in contrast to Emily Bari), there is much we don't know about her. But it's safe to assume that home life with her was grotesquely political, and contaminated everywhere with her narcissism, vulgarity, dependence, emotional ugliness and monstrous will.

But Sheehan, like Dean, is just a sideshow act in the bizarre carnival called Popular Culture, and the promoters are in the Main Stream Media. They're no longer distinguishable from the creatures that inhabit Hollywood or reality TV. Sheehan might as well be eating cow brains and earthworms on camera for money. The kind of spectacle no longer matters.

Both Sheehan and Dean, and a gang of similar entities (Durbin, Kennedy, Schumer, Reid; the rest), fill the late postmodern appetite for the gross, the horrible, the destructive and the titillating. It's not excessive to say that the lamp of Western culture is kept burning by The Right, whatever our faults, and would be extinguished everywhere if we let them near it.

I, for one, will never allow it, as long as life permits. Thanks to Wild Thing for the pulpit.

Hi Rhod, I agree with all you said and it you said it perfectly. Thank you so much.