This is him with is discharge papers... i thought he was done... BOY was I wrong! So if you read my blog you would know that my boyfriend is an ex-marine. I met him just at the tail-end of his 4 years active duty... Right before he went to Iraq is when I met him... So I knew what I was getting myself into. He made it through Iraq without a scratch. I was so thankful and knew he would be ALL MINE for good! No longer getting sent to the middle east, because he was going to be officially out 1 month after he got home!!! yiiipppeeee!!! I remember his last day in the military... He was so excited to be a "civilian" and get on with his life, go to college, get a civilian job, and NOT GET HAIR CUTS!! So lets just say... he didn't cut his hair for 3 months or beard!! He looked like a mountain man and it was NOT PRETTY!!!
Well I guess how the military works is you sign a 8 year contract. 4 years active duty and then 4 years inactive. This I was not aware of when I met him... (I didn't even know the difference of a "soldier" and a "marine")so... he told me awhile back that he could get "re-called" meaning... if the government decides they need more people to be in the military they will pull the "inactive" men before they start a draft... Well Juan assured me he DOUBTED that it will ever happen unless we get into some crazy war with Afghanistan, Iraq, and Korea...
Well a few days ago, two of his friends text him saying they got recalled... it spiked my fear that it was possible Juan might get recalled as well... but I figured he wouldn't because he scored pretty high on his "disabilities" through the VA so I thought he would get overlooked...
NOPE! yesterday there was a big fat envelope on his doorstep from the good ol' USofA.... freaking great! I FLIPPED OUT!!! picked it up... saw what it said screamed for Juan and cried and ran inside as I chucked that envelope on the FLOOR!!! (yes I am so dramatic at times) I was PISSED!! I cursed every person I could including GEORGE WASHINGTON hahaha !!! To say the least I was crazy! I wanted him to do every drug he could so they wouldn't take him...Juan... took it all in stride. He didn't let my emotions get the best of him. He's not mad. He knew it was a possibility... He laughed at my offer to buy him the biggest bag of weed I could find, to cut his trigger finger off, to run over his legs, move back to Ecuador with him, ANYTHING... I DON'T WANT HIM TO GO! But... He's ready. I can appreciate his courage... I can appreciate the fact that he is happy its him and not another man with a wife and kids. I can appreciate the fact that while I am bawling my eyes out cussing like the excorsist he remains calm... I think that is why we get along so well... I am crazy and he is rational... He sees clearly through the most stressful of times... The letter said "under presidental code blah blah blah section blah blah blah WE ARE SENDING YOUR ASS BACK TO THE MIDDLE EAST! TO FIGHT THE WAR ON TERRORISM" (more or less thats what it said) So Oct 20 he's going to Kansas City to see if he is eligible for deployment (I am hoping they tell him he can't go) but I know in my heart he will go. There is no reason for him not to go... So to say the least I am scared. More scared then I have ever been....
My next post will be about crafts I SWEAR!!! Crafts make me feel so warm and happy inside... my world as I know it might crumble around me but I'll be fucking DAMNED if they take my crafts away! VIVA CRAFTS!!!! hahaha
