When I pass professional men on the street as I walk to work, I sometimes try to picture The Warrior in their shoes, literally: running around in a crisp white shirt, a silky tie, and a perfectly pressed suit, carrying a leather briefcase and worrying about that PowerPoint slide for the board meeting.
But I never can. Instead, I see a tan t-shirt, camouflage, worn combat boots, and a patrol cap. And instead of carrying a briefcase, he’s carrying a weapon and wondering if he will take fire from the Taliban before the day is done.
He will forever be a warrior, even when he’s retired. He has a warrior spirit, and I love that about him. In the more than two years that we’ve been together, only once have I seen him in a suit, and while I appreciate the professional type of look, it does not quite fit him. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bashing businessmen – back in the day, my dad had to wear a suit and tie to work every single day and that was “the daddy look.” That was him and I can’t imagine anything else.
But it’s not The Warrior. ACU’s are not glamorous or sleek, but the uniform holds such a deep symbolism and meaning: heroes wear camouflage.
Falling in love with a soldier is not the proverbial Prince-Charming-and-white-horse deal. It’s more like Conan-the-Barbarian-driving-a-Humvee style…and I wouldn’t have it any other way! :)
DF doing last-minute prepping of his bags before leaving for the ‘Stan.
(This picture can also serve as a lesson in OPSEC/PERSEC – Operational Security and Personal Security. I have blurred out the unit patch on his sleeve, as well as all the lettering on his bags. If his name and rank had been visible, I would’ve blurred those out, too. You don’t know who is watching.)