Typical Military Exchanges, and not-so-typical Modern Occurrences

The other day, just like so many other days, we drove onto a military post. This happens almost daily. Sometimes we go through the guarded entrance multiple times in a single day. Such is the life of people in the service. And it becomes so much ‘the norm’ that on the rare occasions I bring a ‘civilian’ in with me and have to fill out a visitor’s pass, I find it entertaining how the novelty of being allowed ‘on the base’ can possibly be held in any spectrum of excitement for anyone. The same old show your id, wait for the little gate to go up, and drive through is part of my mundane routine.

But today, as we drove onto Rammstein for a second time, something hit me in a new light. As my husband handed the E4 (maybe E5) our id’s, the less than 10 second conversation went something like this:

“Hey sir, ma’am.”

“hey, how’s t’going.”

“livin’ the dream.”

“yeah, sounds ‘bout right. Stay warm, brother. Take it easy”

“Everyday. Thanks.”

More was exchanged in those 21 words than can quite be understood when just reading the short dialogue in black and white. There was a bond between these two men, my husband and the young man on duty, that existed instantaneously. The sincerity of feeling in what may look like colloquialisms runs deeper than what appears to be catch phrases. They were speaking the same language, communicating concisely what shared experiences in military service put into those phrases that make them more profound. Each expression held empathy and weight as the young man, seeing my soldier’s position in the quick glance of an id card, knew immediately that the man in the car understood and experienced his own scenarios of ‘gate guarding’ – as the three simple words, “stay warm, brother,” conveyed. His response was not just wrapping up a 10 second routine, it was honest gratitude expressed for a fellow soldier giving him the brief acknowledgement he deserved for being out in the snow, doing his duty, and doing that menial task with…well, if not quite a smile, a visible good attitude.

All this hit me as we rounded the bend to the post exchange. It doesn’t matter that I’ve seen such exchanges over and over (although where we are stationed now, the personnel of the base is so small, the task of gate duty is out-sourced; not that the non-military personnel are no less friendly or appreciated, but it lacks the ‘buddy in arms’ connection that a military post with military personnel manning it has). As we got ready to go into the mini-mall of this larger post, I told myself that I must try to get this written down.

We enjoyed a little stroll and some shopping, but were interrupted by a new event that I have not experienced before. In the middle of my Love wanting to spoil me and buy a lovely Irish wool sweater (one of the benefits of an overseas post, vendors from nearby European countries bring their lovely wares in for eyeballing right in our own little shopping centers…though I rarely buy from them), there was an announcement over the loudspeaker:

“Attention, all customers and employees, there is an emergency. Please exit the building immediately at the North entrance. I repeat, this is an emergency – please gather your belongings quickly and exit the building.”

Now this was new. I was not nervous, everyone around me seemed calm, moved with purpose but not uncontrolled by any means to the exit, chatting as they went. Once outside, we asked a couple of people if they knew what was going on. Then my husband saw the bomb squad headed over toward what is I think the airstrip and airport.

There was no explosion, no chaos, just people casually leaving, or gathering in small groups to talk and maybe wait out the shut-out, and I heard plenty of people making jokes like wanting to get out and play in the snow anyway. We needed to make the 2 hour drive back home, so that won over my curiosity to stick around and see what the result was (bomb threat or false alarm?) and my desire to buy that lovely grey sweater.

I certainly hope that this second occurrence never becomes as ‘mundane and routine’ as the first. I pray our military posts remain a place of safety. Unfortunately, there have been few and far between cases of tragedy inside those guarded walls. I do worry how much longer these rare incidents will stay just that – rare. I wonder if being an American military wife will continue to seem like a secure life situation, despite the irony in my better half coming face to face with such dangers as a fact of his job. I don’t know the outcome of the emergency call (or if I will have the privilege of finding out). But I do know that, for now, we’ll be passing through those check points plenty of times as always. Maybe from this point on though, I’ll remember to have respectful recognition for the security surrounding the doorways to military life as well as those keeping that door secure.

*I did end up being able to find out that the incident was just an empty threat, and the individual was apprehended quickly. Just so you know everything on the base was calm and quiet. False alarm, thank goodness.

Back to life as….normal?

Christmas is over. New year’s is over. Family visiting is over. School break is over. So what’s new? Back to the usual routine, I guess. But what should ‘usual’ look like? I honestly hate routines. I am not the kind of person who derives energy and comfort from same ol’ – same ol’. Unless it’s my coffee every morning, but I’m pretty sure that’s the only exception.

So how do I keep from routine becoming mundane?

          What’s the secret to life staying jazzed in the midst of housework, mom-duties, and homeschooling?

                        What can keep me involved and putting effort into parenting, cleaning,

and life in general??

I think the key will be a word that keeps re-occuring in my thoughts this week: DILIGENCE. Sorry, I know that doesn’t sound as exciting as you were hoping. I probably should have kept the secret a little longer and built up to a better climax before unveiling my idea. You might not finish reading just because nobody likes the sound of diligence – that sounds like work, not innovative and new. But what does diligence mean?

“persevering application.” “persistent personal attention.” “Assiduity (constant or close attention to what one is doing).” “attentive care.”

Imagine with me for a second – what would doing the dishes look like if you were taking personal interest in what you are doing? What would happen if making dinner was done every time with attentive care (I wouldn’t burn the broccoli as often, that’s for sure)? How would your kids feel if while helping them with homework you did it with assiduity? Does this sound too exhausting? I’ll give you two little pointers on how it could actually be rejuvenating instead of tiresome:

1. Use diligence unto the Lord: If you are diligent for anyone else, you are going to get frustrated because it won’t be appreciated like it should. If you are diligent just for yourself you will eventually wear down and get selfish and tired. But when we are diligent in what we do unto the Lord (I don’t care if this is even walking your dog) something magical happens. He rewards it. (see 2 Peter 1:5-11, also Proverbs 10:4 – “He who has a slack hand becomes poor, but the hand of the diligent makes rich”, and Romans 14:8)

2. See each task as a new opportunity to practice diligence: Yes, I know. You are putting laundry in the dryer for the eighty-ninth time this month. not fun. not exciting. You are telling your daughter – again – to eat over her plate so her taco fillings don’t all end up on the floor. annoying. And tomorrow won’t be much different. But what if we turn our focus off of the menial task and onto how we perform this task this time? This is a new chance: you’ve never done laundry on this day at this time – and with the possibilities of smiling and singing, right? You have a new chance to not sigh and huff in giving instruction to your kids, and to take persistent personal attention to how you address the situation this one time.

I’m going to try this, I’ll let you know how it goes 🙂  

All in the Perspective

“a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.”

 

When I google search ‘perspective’ I get so many different perspectives on this (sorry, couldn’t resist) – from how it relates to math, statistics, photography, life, drawing, and a myriad of other topics where perspectives can apply. But in general, what is in a person’s perspective? Is our perspective important – and understanding that we look at things with certain angles significant?

DSCN0110 DSCN0033 DSCN0581 DSCN0228photos: 1, cog trail Colorado; 2, top of sandia mtn NM; 3, eiffel tower, 4, my dog back in NM

I think so. If it wasn’t true, so many smart people would not have said so many things about Perspective. Here’s just a sampling: Continue reading

We the People

As we celebrated 4th of July yesterday, it was a

very special time. The base here in Germany did

a great job. But I have one thing that I have to say

that didn’t go so very well:
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When the fireworks started for the end of the celebration, the music did not reflect the reason. Instead of patriotic songs that embody the celebration of our Independence day, the tunes varied from latin pop to electra to a couple instrumental American melodies, but then back to “I’m sexy and I know it.” I was angered, disappointed, and even spoke out about it at first. As did two of the ladies who were with me. When the inappropriate  songs started, we  sang over it at the top of our lungs, “God bless America” and then “Your’e a grand Ol’ Flag.” At first it seemed to have an effect. That’s when about 9 minutes of songs meant for a 4th of July fireworks began. But then the music took a turn again – we just sat and shook our heads.

 

Why does this matter, you may wonder? I’ll tell you why it is important: because when we allow even small be-littlings such as these to taint the sacredness of the value of our freedoms, our justice and our liberty that was fought for and died for by so many, we are leaving room for someone else to speak for us and take those rights away. It’s just an example of what is happening in our country as people continue to be silent and be willing to suffer unnecessary abolishment to our liberty and freedom.

33-1196545384 There are many strong words that can be said, and have been said, concerning this important day in American History, and how we should celebrate it. I ran across a blog though that I feel already says it so well, so please go visit Holly’s site and read her post in it’s entirety. But I’ll quote a few things she had to say about the 4th of July here:

“…as the tide of radical Islam spreads rapidly and our government continues to fail our trust, this year is as good as any to remember “We the People.”…We the People can do anything.  In this so-called information age, the common person is as uninformed as ever….We the People have grown accustomed to a government that grows more tyrannical every day.  We accept overreaches of our government, breaches of the Constitution, and the decaying of our values because they are not gross in comparison to the last overreach, breach, or decay…. The “He” we face today is that bulbous, stinking, out of control federal mass that recreates and mutates into an uglier, more sinister cancer all the time.  Wake up.  Talk with your family and friends.  Get informed.  This is the only way to reverse our course in a prudent and peaceful way.”