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I will be conducting workup trg for a deployment starting in Jun-Jul 05. Like many people who serve in the CF, I will undergo a long drawn out pre-deployment family goodbye that will last for approx six months. The deployment will probably take me through next X-mas so I will start my shopping soon. Perhaps I'll make a video tape or two for the wife to coveroff birthdays and other missed events. She likes surprises. I will update my will and purchase some extra insurance. You know, in case something happens, they will be cared for. When my family asks me why I am leaving, again, my answer will be that I am a Peacekeeper, that I am going to a foreign country to help protect little boys and little girls.
What they will not hear is that I have a hardened tungsten dart that I am prepared to put through the cranium of some individual who has probably reconciled his family issues in much the same way as I did. They will not hear that I am going to close with and destroy the enemy with every available means before he destroys me. Somehow I don't feel my family would understand the logic, nor would they appreciate the thought that I might be capable of such an act.
Every time I leave camp, I will have placed rounds up the spout. I will be looking for targets. Maybe the kid with the backpack...perhaps the old lady??? Safety's off, "Old lady with bag- On", "Wait!" "Check Fire!!!". If I repeat that fire order enough times maybe it might seem acceptable. Though, the targets at home never looked like these. How will I ever be able to explain this to my children.
With a little luck, I will make it through. Hope I don't end up like Rob. That was a bad scene. Really bad! It was the kid with the backpack. Better remind myself to send his wife a card when I get home. I wonder if she will still be in the Q's? Probably not, it's been awhile.
When I get back, it will take the nerves a few months to relax. The shits may take a while longer, but hey, it should all settle down in good time. Probably need to keep reminding myself not to do the combat appreciations in Canada since the enemy is not really that close.
Eventually, I will discover something in common with my family. I will try to rebuild what's left of the relationship. Maybe it will work out, maybe it won't. They would have gotten on with their lives. Though, the feeling of being a stranger and intruder in you own home is hard to manage.
I choose to call my self a Peacekeeper. I don't debate the minutia regarding the proper application of MOC/ BTS or whatever. Nor do I slap my own back at NDP rallies, I don't really care that much for politicians. I have no patience for lectures on the application of fire on a two way range nor do not tolerate someone presuming to tell me how I should view my job. I sell it to my family the only way I can. The only way that is acceptable TO THEM.
Maybe with time, marriage and children you both will understand.
This will be my last post on this subject. If you choose to discuss something of value, I will participate. Otherwise, Good Luck.
What they will not hear is that I have a hardened tungsten dart that I am prepared to put through the cranium of some individual who has probably reconciled his family issues in much the same way as I did. They will not hear that I am going to close with and destroy the enemy with every available means before he destroys me. Somehow I don't feel my family would understand the logic, nor would they appreciate the thought that I might be capable of such an act.
Every time I leave camp, I will have placed rounds up the spout. I will be looking for targets. Maybe the kid with the backpack...perhaps the old lady??? Safety's off, "Old lady with bag- On", "Wait!" "Check Fire!!!". If I repeat that fire order enough times maybe it might seem acceptable. Though, the targets at home never looked like these. How will I ever be able to explain this to my children.
With a little luck, I will make it through. Hope I don't end up like Rob. That was a bad scene. Really bad! It was the kid with the backpack. Better remind myself to send his wife a card when I get home. I wonder if she will still be in the Q's? Probably not, it's been awhile.
When I get back, it will take the nerves a few months to relax. The shits may take a while longer, but hey, it should all settle down in good time. Probably need to keep reminding myself not to do the combat appreciations in Canada since the enemy is not really that close.
Eventually, I will discover something in common with my family. I will try to rebuild what's left of the relationship. Maybe it will work out, maybe it won't. They would have gotten on with their lives. Though, the feeling of being a stranger and intruder in you own home is hard to manage.
I choose to call my self a Peacekeeper. I don't debate the minutia regarding the proper application of MOC/ BTS or whatever. Nor do I slap my own back at NDP rallies, I don't really care that much for politicians. I have no patience for lectures on the application of fire on a two way range nor do not tolerate someone presuming to tell me how I should view my job. I sell it to my family the only way I can. The only way that is acceptable TO THEM.
Maybe with time, marriage and children you both will understand.
This will be my last post on this subject. If you choose to discuss something of value, I will participate. Otherwise, Good Luck.