Doc and I had been dating for a few months when he started talking about joining the military. He originally looked into the Air Force but at this point in 2005 they weren't hiring for the job he wanted. He moved over to the Army recruiter and when he rocked his ASVAB he was offered a chance to do what he does now. He decided to go that rout and not the OCS rout - sure the pay of an officer would have been nice but it's better that he does what he loves.
He left for BCT in November 2005. After a few short weeks there it
became clear with both of us that we didn't want to spend any more time
than necessary apart. On a cold November afternoon while outside in the
rain on a payphone Doc said to me "when I come home for Christmas I
think we should just get married." It was perfect. So we did, 26
December 2005. Doc was home for 2 weeks before he went back to Georgia
to finish BCT. His sister and I flew to Ft. Benning to watch him
graduate and I could not have been more proud.
From there I went back to Rhode Island and he was back to Ft. Benning
for jump school. He was a hold over for a while so it took longer than
we expected but once he was in he passed easily. We decided that I
would not go down for that graduation, we weren't exactly sure what was
This is where I am going to start to get vague. His next school was the
most psychically demanding. He graduated that school at the end of
August. I went to that graduation and I don't remember ever being so
proud. He was also chosen to lead the prayer at the start of the
graduation, it was amazing. After that weekend he had to stay where he
was and wait for a slot in his next school to open, we were told it
could take up to 6 months but he was a hold over so I was not on any of
his orders so a move would have been out of pocket so I was back in
His next class was to be six months, we had planned on me staying in RI
and continuing to work at a job I loved so we could save money and be
ready for our first duty station. Some of the guys had no problem not
moving their wives and living in the barracks but when it was Doc's turn
he was told he had to live off post. He started the class in November
we carried 2 apartments for the month of November until we could
schedule a PCS move in December to pack up my apartment.
He came home for Thanksgiving in 2006. I hadn't seen him since August
and I was so excited. He flew home on Wednesday night - he looked so
different, his glasses were gone thanks to PRK and he was so buff!
Yum. We enjoyed Thanksgiving with his family and the next day we packed
up the junker car we bought for him and drove to our new home (sight
unseen) outside of Ft. Bragg. I flew home the following Monday where I
finished up my at my job, coordinate the move with the wonderful woman
at the Newport Navel Base (and that's the God's honest truth - not all
of the transportation civilians are trolls). Doc flew home again on 23
December and the movers came and packed us up on 26 December - our
first anniversary. After the movers finished up, we hopped in the 92
Civic and were off to start our life together. If you add it up we were
blessed to be able to spend about 30 days together of our first married
We ended up being at Bragg for 9 months, since he had to deal with the
unexpected move he had to take a compassionate recycle in his class. In
August 2007 we drove across the country to our new home outside of Ft.
Lewis. While there he deployed 3 times and been out 20+ TDYs. He's
also suffered 3 concussions and one TBI. It's been an experience and we
are blessed to be part of the special operations community. From there it was off to Arizona and a nondeployable position where we hoped that the low key life would cure him. Our hopes of a clean bill of health are gone and he was retired 90% disabled in December 2013.