Those Damn Boots

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It’s almost like having surgery. You are unsure going in and wake up feeling nervous. Hazy. And when you finally make it to recovery ~you can’t really recall what has transpired. Occasionally there is residual pain, but it can usually be managed.

The military predeployent phase, the 4- 6 months “working up” to the actual separation, is usually when the wacky, irrational behavior kicks in.

Like, the dirty boots on the floor~being punishable by death.

Only… It ain’t about the boots. No. Duh! It’s the knowing. What’s to come.  After 9 deployments,  I can admit it. Deep down, I know;  I’ll soon miss those damn, smelly boots.

There’s  no sugarcoating it. The whole process sucks: before, during, after.

And that’s ok. I’ve decided that I can be a supportive, patriotic marine corps wife, while still being pissed about the leaving part.

I cringe as flack jackets and helmets are packed. When is, after all, the right time to go over his will and burial wishes? Inevitably having to explain why I would not be comfortable having his ashes shot out of a cannon onto the parade deck of his alma mater.

And no matter how many times we’ve been down this road, it doesn’t get much easier. Funny though, if it did, something would be wrong. It’s not natural. And I know it. We know it. But, it is our normal.


Once the ship sails or the plane takes flight, there’s an overwhelming sense of loss. Then, slowly acceptance sets in. This time, though, our kids are older and will likely experience a whole new set of feelings. I can only imagine.  With a greater grasp of reality of the world we live in, we can’t spin it much or lie. They deserve more respect than that.

The inherent danger is a fact. And that’s what keeps me up at night.  Sure, they are extremely proud of their dad, but that doesn’t erase their pain; nor should we expect it to do so.

How do you provide comfort yet validate their fears?  It’s not fair. No sir. Birthdays, holidays, parent-teacher conferences, vacations, games, Sundays, sick days. Failing because I can’t be mom and dad.  It takes grace, but often I will misstep.

Months and months will pass.

Eventually, the anticipation for the homecoming will begin. And then…

The return. Dirty boots back on the floor.


Back under one roof as a family again.  Time to adapt. Adjust. Acclimating to living as the G4 rather than 3. There’s a transition, quite different than seen in the movies. Everyone has to find their way. And it’s not always pretty.

Only later, the amnesia sets in. And we are back in recovery. Prouder, braver and God Willing, intact.

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8 Thoughts

  1. I love this post Valli. You have such an incredible family and the sacrifices you all make for me and my family are so extraordinary that my gratitude will never be enough. I appreciate your honesty and cannot even imagine how hard this process is. But one thing I do know. When Chris is away, you are NOT failing because I know your kids and they are some of the kindest kids I have ever met. You are raising really good people, together and even when you feel like you are struggling. We miss you guys and will continue to keep all four of you in our prayers. XOXO

  2. Thank you for the cry this morning as I read through all your posts. And this… wow. Should be mandatory reading for all civilians. I have so much gratitude for your entire family’s service and sacrifice. Its huge and enormously appreciated. The photos…. love.

  3. Thank you for this post! I am new to this life, as you know, and so much of what I am trying to work through goes unspoken. You so beautifully articulated some of what I’ve been anticipating. I appreciate you and your family.
    💙 Jenni

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