Sandy D., a mobilized Air Force Reserve officer from Lubbock, Texas, who asked not to be identified further, writes to her friends and co-workers back home.
Linda, Carol, Sherry, Ronnie, Deloris, Vicki, Joe and Job:
Hi guys! Even though I’m only 400 miles from home, I’m feeling dislocated. I miss all of you and the usual routine. I miss my furry companions, too. I keep thinking I see cats out of the corner of my eye. But when I turn my head, of course they aren’t there.
I’ve been thinking about the situation I’m in, and I’ve decided it could be a lot worse. I’m living indoors. I can come and go as I please, and I can call or e-mail whenever I like. (A lot better than the time I spent in Saudi.) Still, no one knows what’s going to happen next. We’ll just have to wait and see.
I listened to an audio book on the way here, “No End Save Victory,” a collection of letters and stories from WW II. It got me thinking that this situation, and the people in it, are not that much different. They were citizen-soldiers, too. They didn’t want to leave home, but they did. They lived under difficult situations. They did and saw things that weren’t always nice. But they felt a sense of obligation, of duty, so they did the job they had to do. And got it done. Then they went back to their homes and their lives. And built the world we live in today.
The same thing is going to happen here. We’re not so different. Just wait and see.
Sandy D.
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