The Untold Story of a Marine Wife
The untold difficult life
Of a loving marine wife
The day she says "I do"
It's to the Corps too
For marines have an untold support
that forever faithful wife holding down the fort
She knows how to support her man
without questioning if she can
She attends many of her kids things alone
Many hours without their fathers the Corps condones
She takes control to watch him leave again for war
Forcing herself to stay strong as he goes through the door
She becomes fearful of unexpected knocks
Comtiplating to go to the door & turn the lock
Afraid to open & see those men in blue
To tell her of some tradgic news
Yet she still decorates the house in pride
Also yet to keep that door open wide
Whether it be good or bad to come through
She must believe love will endure, it's all she can do
Endure all the ache and sorrows she experienes within
Yet because of that love she'd do it all over again
It's the daily ever changing life
Of a ever faithful proud marine wife
-Mrs Sgt Blocker 20060208
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Warrior
I never wore the uniform,
no medals on my chest.
The band it doesn't play for me,
I am not among the Best.
I do not march in cadence,
I do not rate salute,
I stand among the silent ranks,
our devotion absolute.
If you've not worn my shoes,
you do not know my story.
I live a life of sacrifice,
my reward a private glory.
I've wept many silent nights away,
and I've kept the home fires burning.
I've worried and I've waited,
as world events were churning.
I've moved more times than you could fathom,
left more people than you've known.
I've planted gardens Around the world --
Very few that I've seen grown.
I've grieved with new-made widows,
and had my share of scares --
when a ship or plane or man was down,
and all I had were prayers.
I'm not asking for your sympathy,
(although appreciation can be nice)
I did it quite on purpose though --
I chose to sacrifice.
I'll tell you a secret now,
one you'd never guess.
About the one glory that is mine,
it's just enough no more, no less.
When you and I stand together
as our national anthem plays,
I'll fill with reminiscences
of how I spent those days.
I'll know the pain and joys again,
I'll know that freedom isn't free,
I'll know I've helped to pay the price!
and that the anthem plays for me.
Elizabeth Soutter Schwarzer
Wife of a United States Marine
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THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE
AMERICAN HERO
The Ultimate Sacrifice of ONE is too many,
Soldiers of Army, Marine, Air Force, Coast Guard or Navy.
We bury our dead with flag covered caskets,
Salutes, firing shots and military death certificates.
The families grieve and so do our troops
As we offer 'one of our own' a final salute.
Flags fly at halfstaff for some held the highest,
The Nation remembers, some, in the slightest.
Here Military Families join hands, hearts and prayers
For we consider them all one death not just theirs
But ALL of us here share the grief and the sorrow,
For we all wonder, what about our tomorrow?
'One of our own' could be yours, could be mine.
They could knock on our door all dressed to the nine
In military dress finery, with the news we all dread,
"I'm sorry to tell you, your military loved one is dead."
Military Family, we stand Proudly Together as One.
We share the celebrations of many wars won.
Now we remain standing joined as our Heroes fight on.
Let's Honor Our Fallen Heroes, now and beyond.
The Ultimate Sacrifice is the highest of price.
Let's Pray loudly, UNITED, is the advice
I offer ALL families in Peacetime and War.
This HolyBear, framed certificate, is NOT an award.
It's a tribute presented with Thanks, Love, and Honor
For the Ultimate Sacrifice that took your loved one to Heaven.
We WILL NOT forget, take for granted, or dishonor
Your Family, Your Loved One,
AMERICA'S TRUEST HEROES.
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Never take for granted
It takes a special person to ba a Marine Corp wife Its very hard to have no say in major decisions in your life One thing that I have figured out , not so far along Is that the Marine Corps teaches even it's wives to be strong.
In the very beguinning I chose to be nothing but sad Then I realised that being alone from time to time, when you'r in love is not that bad. A civilian wife loves her husband, do not get me wrong But a Marine wife learns what REAL love is when her husband is gone for
long. The sound of his voice is so important, hang on every word he says, that is what you replay in your mind lying alone in bed. The time that you spend together is so precious and important because in the back of you mind you never know when he'll be deporting. You take mental notes on every single smile, wink and glare. That's what keeps you close to him when he is unable to be there. You absorb every little tiny thing he says and does you learn to appreciate eachother not because you have to, but just because. You never take a gesture that either one of you does for granite
and when you say " I love you" there is no doubt that you both really mean it. So when people ask you if you get lonely from time to time, you can say " no, I learned what real love is and it will stand the test of time".
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THE UNSEEN VETERAN
To understand military life, or what it feels like to be the proud wife of a soldier, you need to experience it.
One day he was here and now he is gone... He isn't beside me in bed... His scent slowly fades, as does the memory of his face... I can barely remember the familiar sounds of him at home. I long for comfort when I have a nightmare. I want him to hold me. I wait for those comforting letters or phone calls that come after three months for silence.
Now, I look upon single parents in awe... and I learn to do what they do, until my husband comes home. I don't need a man to put a crib together, to take care of the car or to take out the trash. I have learned to be empathetic. I have become self-suffient. And even though these are wonderful things, I would give up
everything that I have learned to bring him home right now.
When I think that I cannot go on, I rely on my routine so that I can support my husband while he defends our freedom. And I now that I am not the only one.
I am an unseen veteran. So are all the other military spouses out there. We have different battlefields. Our maps have pins in the countries of worry, heartache and loneliness. Our battles will end when our husbands are in our arms again. Until that day, I say thank you to all the invisible soldiers who are there for each other, who
are there for me. We lend a strong shoulder when needed, and we keepup the brave front at home. The war could not be won without us.
BY: AMANDA LEGG
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THE DIFFERENCE
When we consider the price the military pay for freedom, we need to remember the spouses. They pay a price, too. The funny thing about it is that most military spouses don't consider themselves different from other husbands and wives. Is there a difference? I think there is.
Other spouses get married and look forward to building equity in a home and putting down family roots. Military spouses get married and know they'll live in base housing or rent their homes. They must carry their roots with them, transplanting them frequently.
Other spouses decorate a home with a flair and personality that can last a lifetime. When military spuses decorate their homes, their flair is tempered with the knowledge that no two base houses have the
same size windows or same size rooms. Curtains have to be flwxible and multiple sets are a plus. Furniture must fit like puzzle pieces.
Other spouses have living rooms that are immaculate and seldom used. Military spouses have immaculate livingroom/dining room combos. The coffee table got a scratch or two moving from Germany, but it still looks pretty good.
Other spouses say good-bye to their spouse for a business trip and know they won't see them for a week. They are lonely, but can survive. Military spouses say good-bye to their deploying spouse and know they
won't see them for months; or for a remote, a year. They are lonely, but will SURVIVE!!!
Other spouses call Maytag when a washer hose blows off and then write a check for the repairman. Military spouses cut the water off and fix it themselves.
Other spouses are used to saying "hello" to friends they see all the time. Military spouses get used to saying "good-bye" to friends made over the last two years.
Other spouses worry about whether their child will be class president at school next year. Military spouses worry about whether their child will be accepted in yet another new school next year; and whether that school will be the worst in the city...again.
Other spouses can count on spouse participation in special events: birthdays, annicersaries, concerts, football games, graduations, and especially the birth of a child. Military spouses only count on each other, because they realize that the FLAG has to come first if freedom is to survive. It has to be that way.
Other spouses put up yellow ribbons when the troops are imperiled across the globe and take them down when the troops come home. Military spouses wear yellow ribbons around their hearts- and they never take them off.
Other spouses worry about being late for Mom's Thanksgiving dinner. Military spouses worry about getting back from Japan in time for Dad's funeral.
Other spouses are touched by the television program showing an elderly lady putting a card down in front of a long, black wall that has names on it. The card simply says, "Happy Birthday, sweetheart.You would have been sixty today." A military spouses is the lady with
the card. And the wall is the Vietnam Memorial. I would never say military spouses are better or worse than other spouses. But I will say there is a difference. And I will say that our country asks more of military spouses than is asked of other spouses. And I will say, without hesitation, that military spouses pay just as
high a price for freedom as do their husbands or wives. Perhaps the price they pay is even higher. They do what they have to do, bound together not only by blood or friendship, but with a shared spirit whose orgin is in the very essence of what LOVE truly is. Dying in
service to our country in not nearly as hard as loving someone who has died in the service to our country, and having to live without them.
God Bless our military spouses for all they feely give. And GOD
BLESS AMERICA. BY: COL. STEVEN A. ARRINGTO
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In Love With A Marine
If you're not in love with a marine, you can't know adventure. You don't know smelly green PT uniforms that require a daily washing. You can't understand dessert dingy cam bags flooding your bedroom floor.
If you're not in love with a marine, you can't understand the meaning of the phrase "going to the field" and the weeks you spend away from each other.
If you're not in love with a marine, you can never imagine the hole in your heart when that phone call comes? "Honey, I am leaving tomorrow to go overseas. I don't know how long I will be gone or exactly where I am going, but I want you to know that I love you - always!"
If you're not in love with a marine, you don't know what it's like to say that final good-bye. You don't know what it really means to be glued to the television. You don't understand fear and you can't possibly understand the sleepless nights of endless crying wondering if you will ever see the love of your life alive again.
If you're not in love with a marine, you can't know the immense joy, the uncontrollable smile, or the butterflies in your stomach when you see your marine march into the family waiting area upon redeployment. You can't understand the self-control it takes to stand on the other side of the room as some higher-up gives a seemingly endless welcome home speech while all the marines stand in formation. You don't know what it's like to have that second first kiss or what it's like to experience puppy love all over.
If you're not in love with a marine, you can't truly understand how to make every moment count because you never know when that phone call may come again.
If you're not in love with a marine, you can never really understand how very delicate life really!
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