Charlotte Brock is a Marine living on Parris Island. She recently wrote this story for a creative writing class.
Brace yourself. It's an amazing read.
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6 weeks after my husband returned, we had the unexpected surprise of our daughter arriving almost 2.5 months early with a lot of post birth complications. Now we're getting used to our new "normal".
My husband just returned from what I now consider to be our 17 month deployment (if you count the months of special training in another city before hand) and we've unpacked and begun planning for our next move and... you guessed it... packing up again.
Ok, we WERE preparing for the deployment... now we're living it. And I'm more unpacked than I was!
We're preparing for a year long deployment, living in one city and traveling to another where my husband is in training for the next few months before he leaves. We've yet to fully unpack anywhere! This blog is for my husband, family and friends... and myself, so I can remember where I'm at! :)
Amelia in Azaleas
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It's three years later... we've been through another deployment, several TAD months of training and preparing for our 5th deployment (and the second YEAR long deployment). We've PCS'd to North Carolina where we met old friends from past duty stations and made new ones on our Marine Corps journey. And we're still unpacking, yet again!
My husband just returned from what I now consider to be our 17 month deployment (if you count the months of special training in another city before hand) and we've unpacked and begun planning for our next move and... you guessed it... packing up again.
Ok, we WERE preparing for the deployment... now we're living it. And I'm more unpacked than I was!
We're preparing for a year long deployment, living in one city and traveling to another where my husband is in training for the next few months before he leaves. We've yet to fully unpack anywhere! This blog is for my husband, family and friends... and myself, so I can remember where I'm at! :)
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it does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. it means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.
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it does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. it means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.
(unknown)
Amelia in Azaleas
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cannot blink at the fact that gentle Jesus meek and mild was so stiff in his opinions and so inflammatory in his language that he was thrown out of church, stoned, hunted from place to place, and finally gibbeted as a firebrand and a public danger. Whatever his peace was, it was not the peace of an amiable indifference."--Dorothy Sayers
cannot blink at the fact that gentle Jesus meek and mild was so stiff in his opinions and so inflammatory in his language that he was thrown out of church, stoned, hunted from place to place, and finally gibbeted as a firebrand and a public danger. Whatever his peace was, it was not the peace of an amiable indifference."--Dorothy Sayers
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Wow...She truly is Mary, holding the body of Jesus. It reminds us how all the world fell away for Mary and she was just cradling her little boy for a time. I don't ever want to know what that's like.
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