|sonya blade (sonya_blade) wrote in undertherainbow,|
@ 2009-11-19 17:28:00
|Entry tags:||charles brandon, jane seymour, sonya blade|
*email sent to both Charles and Jane*
How're things back home in the states? Heard Halloween was a mess, but haven't heard the specifics. Danny doing well? He should be learning how to walk by now..
Little known fact, enlisted and junior officers get first dibs in chow hall and to use the computers in the recreation room, which is why I haven't been able to write home lately. I'm doing well enough, from a physical stand point I really can't make any complaints.
Hearing about these attacks on military bases, a lot of the men are shifting between shaky and just plane pissed off. Can't say I blame them: it's one thing to expect enemy attacks from outside, but when the 'enemy' ends up on base..heads are bound to go off, and I'm not just talking about during the attack. Given the fact that we're all worried about bomb attacks, and in mourning..it's only fair. Moments here go for long periods of boredom with intervals of SNAFU (that's plain chaos in military terms) in between. There's a good reason why there are a lot of military jokes from soldiers-laughing breaks tension. That and pictures from home, a lot of the men (and women) have families back home and some like me are parents, or have kid siblings or nieces or nephews. It helps sharing stories about them...
I get a lot of laughs when I tell the men of the time I was in the delivery room and nearly bit the head off of the nurse-suppose it is funny in
It's not really following protocol, but I've taken to being a staff leader in the hospital. It's strictly volunteer work, but even though it's a military base hospital, we've started taking in civilian casualties...
Many of these are women with wounded children..due to respect of Islamic law, only female military personnel are allowed to instruct and take care of the women and children. If we go through one day with only five people coming into the hospital, it's considered a good day.
Seeing these women (it's not always mothers, sometimes it's aunts or elder sisters) carrying wounded kids..god, it hurts. You don't know who's suffering more, the child for their injuries, or the mother because their child's hurting and they can't take their pain away. It hurts because of my own son, but I can't cry in front of them or the staff because I have to be in control. Sometimes though, I'll go to the hospital beds of civilians that are in stable condition, and show them pictures of my son, it helps them knowing that I know what they're going through.
Speaking of which, I'm being stationed till mid January, meaning I'll miss not only Christmas but my son's first birthday. I really shouldn't be complaining, at least, I know he's safe and well cared for.
Good lord, I needed to get that off my chest.
Looking forward to hearing from you, and tell Danny hi and that I miss him.