This morning at the crack of dawn Josh ACU’d up and left
for his last day of drill. We are very
close to being officially out of the Army.
After the green weanie dick dance of the last couple of months we are
done. It does make me laugh that he
signed a contract for a year, but due to a technicality (he supposedly failed a
PT (physical training) test-that never actually happened) and the contract was
voided. We then found out that that
during the next contract there was a possibility of him being sent to another
unit and being deployed. I didn't even
pause before-GET OUT-came flying out of my mouth.
While it certainly does make me a bit nervous that the
healthcare safety net of Josh being an Army reservist is gone-truth is if all
hell breaks loose and I am laid off, healthcare will be just one of the many
problems we will have to deal with. Some
might say all the more reason to stay in the reserves. Well I refuse to live in fear. Fear that I
will lose my job. Fear that Josh will be deployed. Fear that something will happen to him while
deployed.
Instead we are going to hope for the best. We have made it this far, despite the crazy
lady at the FRG tea telling me we were “CRAZY” to be getting out. Seriously I think it is crazy not to believe
in yourself and your own power to make your dreams come true. We are the most important persons to believe. So while there is a voice in my head crossing
my fingers, I know we made the right decision.
Now this part cracks me up. Josh’s contract ended 30 May. Of course his out processing paperwork was not
ready and he had to go to drill this weekend.
I was like you better be getting paid! (By the way I came down with a
cold this weekend too, Army timing once again.)
On Monday 1 June I began nagging Josh to call Tricare to verify that he
still had health insurance. He kept
saying they since he had to go to drill he was sure he did. By Wednesday he couldn't take my nagging any
longer and called. Yep they dropped him. Fortunately I had prepped with my
employer and knew what we needed to do get him covered. We got the DOD to fax us a letter showing he no
longer had health coverage and got him enrolled on mine.
My shoulders feel a bit larger knowing I am carrying this
additional responsibility. But I also
feel pretty proud of myself for being able to support my family in this
way. As I looked at Josh this morning walk
out in his ACU’s I still find him hot in uniform, but I also feel extremely
proud of us that we boldly walked into civilian life and we are doing so
awesome.
