We’re to that point in SoldierMan’s course where we submit the list of requested duty assignments, and then try to pretend for the next howevermany weeks that we don’t have our heart set on anything and won’t be disappointed if it’s something from the bottom of the list.
Of course, this is a lie. There are definitely places we do want to go. And of course we put them at the top of the list. Granted, the last time we did this, we were allowed to select 10 potential assignments, and got #8. So I think I have a pretty realistic concept of how seriously the Army considers our preferences.
There are places we’d like to go for the sake of SoldierMan’s career goals. There are places we’d like to go just because they sound cool (who wouldn’t want to say in 15 years, “Oh, yeah, we lived in Europe for a while”). There are places we’d like to go because they’re somewhat familiar and we know that we’d at least like it there. To be honest, the vast majority of the assignments would be good for us.
The other consideration in my mind is that no matter where we go (well, one possible exception) I will be living there longer than SoldierMan will. Because at some point, there will be a deployment. No point in trying to fool ourselves about that. So that means some set amount of time where I will be in the house and in the town and so forth without him.
And of course, the dogs. Those crazy, big, sweet, ridiculous, inconvenient dogs that we love so much. Even just moving here, a half-day’s drive away from our last post, was complicated by the dogs. Moving across the country, across the ocean, or across the world?
Nope, not gonna think about that right now.
Of course, they’re my boys, and I can’t imagine facing another deployment without them. So they’re going. Wherever it is, they’re going.
I’m ready for this part to be over with. I’m ready to have a real plan. I know that once the ball starts rolling that’ll be a-whole-nother level of stress, but I want to get this show on the road. I just wish it was over.