Once we arrived at Fort Polk, it took a few weeks, but we got into the swing of things.
The staff in the Public Affairs Office was very helpful in getting us information and working my schedule around getting moved in.
We stayed in guest housing for about three weeks before we got a house. Once we got a house assigned to us, George went back to Houston to get the rest of our things while I stayed behind to work.
I remember it as if it was yesterday. It was suppose to be a quick, easy trip. He was happy because he would have a few days to spend time with his father and best friend, Gordon, whom he hadn't seen in a while. He had come to Fort Polk straight from Fort Benning, Ga., so he hadn't had time to visit his family.
I was working at my desk when he called. He asked how things we going then dropped the bombshell.
He said he and Gordon were on their way to play a round of golf in his truck when a lady ran through either a red light or stop sign and ran into the driver side of his truck, barely missing the driver side door.
As I sat there while he described what had happened and explaining that other motorists had chased the driver down after she attempted to leave, I refused to believe it.
Although he and Gorgon were more angry than hurt, it still scared me.
After I got off the phone, my editor walked into my office, I guess I looked upset because she asked me what was wrong and I began to cry as I repeated the story.
I remember thinking afterwards, "What am I going to be like when he is deployed and calls with stories of being under fire and narrowly missing IED (improvised exploding devices)?"
He returned home the next day with a rental truck, because his had to be put in the shop.
After seeing for my self that he was fine, I put it behind me as I began unpacking and preparing our new home, but it was definitely an awakening. You never think anything could happen to the people close to you, until it does.
Over the next few weeks we began settling into our new home, meeting neighbors and learning our way around post. We slowly purchased needed furniture and other things of that nature. Life soon began to take on a welcomed "normality", then we decided to get a puppy ...
August 25, 2005
Military wife, unique life: part 2
Posted by The Teacup Cottage at 8/25/2005
Labels: A Family Affair, Military Life
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