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Feb. 23rd, 2003 06:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakI'm _really_ starting to become a convert to the sammich loving deviant's views on February.... -_-
I'd grown accustomed, if not really reconciled, to the idea of him getting deployed for three months in September. I figured I had the next six months to get reconciled to the inevitable.
I was even quasi-prepared for the possibility of him getting deployed a little earlier than that if war broke out.
I was not prepared for the phone call Friday.
Davner: Kim, sit down.
Me: What's going on...?
Dav: Kim... just sit down....
Me: ::sinking to the rug in my bedroom:: Oh, my God... they're deploying you in March after all, aren't they?
Dav: Worse Kim-chan....
He'd just been informed that he's getting shipped out to the middle east. One of the countries that's not only in Iraq's missile radius, but damn high on the list of potential targets. And he has to be ready to go by Thursday.
Thursday.
God damn it.
One of the most important people in my life, getting deployed with scant ceremony or notice, halfway across the world.
Maybe there _is_ something to this anti-February bunker mentality of his....
And then of course there's Saturday morning.
I had bribed my brothers to cart down the computer paraphernelia to the porch when Josh showed up. I figured this would keep unpleasant scenes to a minimum. The monitor was dusted. The hard drive had been cleansed of all the stuff I'd installed as best I could without taking the somewhat evil step of reformatting it completely. His books and the keyboard were in a box. The speakers, cords connecting everything, mouse, important CD-roms and powerpack for the speakers were all in the backpack he'd given me the speakers in. Everything was accounted for.
Around 10 am I heard noises from the living room suggesting he's arrived and my brothers are lugging things down. I rolled back over, huggled my hedgehog, and tried to get back to sleep.
I'd nearly succeeded, when my mother comes in.
"He says he wants to know why the power pack isn't in there."
I blearily poked my head out of the blankets. "What are you talking about? I put everything in there."
"He's insisting not..." (I'll edit out the mini-rant she gave me regarding my folly)
"Well, tell him to look again... I know it's in there! Why would I keep the powerpack when he's got everything else? It's no bloody use to me now..."
(brotherly holler from up the front stairwell) "He says nevermind, he found it..."
Such a charming man, my ex, eh?
Didn't even bother to look properly in the backpack before accusing me of stealing something as petty as a speaker set's powerpack.
Water under the bridge now. He's out of my life, and I'm not at all sorry to see the last of him.
Tomorrow I get the thrilling experience of visiting Dr. Chang, the gastroenterologist my main doctor referred me to.
Whee. I'm all tingling over the prospect. ::dry snort::
At least I was finally able to get ahold of Keona and switch workdays with her so's I could make it to the appointment without getting into trouble.
Here's hoping March goes better.
I'd grown accustomed, if not really reconciled, to the idea of him getting deployed for three months in September. I figured I had the next six months to get reconciled to the inevitable.
I was even quasi-prepared for the possibility of him getting deployed a little earlier than that if war broke out.
I was not prepared for the phone call Friday.
Davner: Kim, sit down.
Me: What's going on...?
Dav: Kim... just sit down....
Me: ::sinking to the rug in my bedroom:: Oh, my God... they're deploying you in March after all, aren't they?
Dav: Worse Kim-chan....
He'd just been informed that he's getting shipped out to the middle east. One of the countries that's not only in Iraq's missile radius, but damn high on the list of potential targets. And he has to be ready to go by Thursday.
Thursday.
God damn it.
One of the most important people in my life, getting deployed with scant ceremony or notice, halfway across the world.
Maybe there _is_ something to this anti-February bunker mentality of his....
And then of course there's Saturday morning.
I had bribed my brothers to cart down the computer paraphernelia to the porch when Josh showed up. I figured this would keep unpleasant scenes to a minimum. The monitor was dusted. The hard drive had been cleansed of all the stuff I'd installed as best I could without taking the somewhat evil step of reformatting it completely. His books and the keyboard were in a box. The speakers, cords connecting everything, mouse, important CD-roms and powerpack for the speakers were all in the backpack he'd given me the speakers in. Everything was accounted for.
Around 10 am I heard noises from the living room suggesting he's arrived and my brothers are lugging things down. I rolled back over, huggled my hedgehog, and tried to get back to sleep.
I'd nearly succeeded, when my mother comes in.
"He says he wants to know why the power pack isn't in there."
I blearily poked my head out of the blankets. "What are you talking about? I put everything in there."
"He's insisting not..." (I'll edit out the mini-rant she gave me regarding my folly)
"Well, tell him to look again... I know it's in there! Why would I keep the powerpack when he's got everything else? It's no bloody use to me now..."
(brotherly holler from up the front stairwell) "He says nevermind, he found it..."
Such a charming man, my ex, eh?
Didn't even bother to look properly in the backpack before accusing me of stealing something as petty as a speaker set's powerpack.
Water under the bridge now. He's out of my life, and I'm not at all sorry to see the last of him.
Tomorrow I get the thrilling experience of visiting Dr. Chang, the gastroenterologist my main doctor referred me to.
Whee. I'm all tingling over the prospect. ::dry snort::
At least I was finally able to get ahold of Keona and switch workdays with her so's I could make it to the appointment without getting into trouble.
Here's hoping March goes better.
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Date: 2003-02-23 10:30 am (UTC)There are worse places to be going, worse jobs to be doing, and worse causes to fight for. On the day I graduated from Basic, I told my father that I felt I was in the right place at the right time. This only reinforces that feeling. I have to do my part. Right now, there's a guy in Turkey who's waiting for me to arrive so he can be relieved and go home to his family. If for no other reason, that makes me feel easier about going. And now I have someone to miss, protect and come back to.
Davner
"The time to drift is over. It's time to sail."
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Date: 2003-02-23 09:21 pm (UTC)Again, I might be overstepping my boundaries here, but as someone who can relate, if you ever wanna IM me sometime to talk, I'm all for it. Also, if you think I'm being a pompous ass in assuming you'd want my opinion on something, I'm all for shutting up, too. ^^