As a wife, especially as a military wife, you do hard things. It's the way it goes. Today I have decided what one of the hardest of those things might be, helping your husband pack. I'm not talking packing for a trip to the car races for the weekend or a weekend backpacking expedition. I'm talking about the kind when you know you aren't going to be with him again for a very, very, long time. That is the packing I dread. There are a few different aspects to this that make it so difficult and press me to put it on the list of things I hate. First, the pressure. This is the case for any trip, is everything washed? Is everything found? Socks matched? But for a soldier it is much worse. There is SO much that they have to have, "according to regulation." You can't really fudge anything. You also feel like you are sending them out for an indefinite amount of time and you want them to be comfortable, be prepared, b...
Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road -Lynyrd Skynyrd