I belong to a website for military wives. They have a column that I decided to just copy and paste. Enjoy:
15 Months
By Jacey Eckhart
I’m sure they thought it was just three more measly months. Another 90-odd days. A stretch into the following spring. Big deal.
When Defense Secretary Robert Gates announced that the Army’s standard one year deployment to Iraq and Afghanistan would be increased to 15 months, I’m sure they were thinking it was the best possible way to solve their manning issues. After all, what’s 15 months to people who have been apart already for a year?
I’m sure they were thinking that our really dedicated career soldiers wouldn’t leave the service over a lousy three months. They wouldn’t give up their retirement over that. Couples wouldn’t get divorced over 90 more days apart if the previous 365 didn’t faze them. What’s the difference between 12 months and 15 months anyway?
I’m thinking it could be your Imus step, fellas. It could be the push after many pushes that is the push too far.
A year was already a long time to be apart. Fifteen months is longer, so much longer. It isn’t three months longer, it is exponentially longer.
Fifteen months is two Christmases apart, two Passovers alone, two Ramadans away from the family. It’s two complete NFL seasons. It’s two summers watching the kids at the beach reminding them how much Soldier Mommy loves the ocean and for them to get that I-don’t-quite-remember-her look.
For our families, 15 months is another band banquet unwitnessed, because the other kids had to be picked up from a tournament an hour and a half away. It’s another three months of a boss who rolls his eyes because there is a sick kid at home and no one else to take care of him. Fifteen months is long enough to feel like you’ve already been widowed.
Fifteen months is being 37-years old and trying to get pregnant and realizing there are 15 more times that you’ll have proof that you won’t be having a baby.
Fifteen months is just long enough to make a family think that the Army might as well increase the tour to 24 months, build housing and schools and commissaries in Afghanistan and make it an accompanied tour. How much danger is too much danger if it means we could be together?
For our unmarried soldiers, 15 months gives you 12 more Saturday nights that some other guy asks your girl to dance. It’s realizing how hard it is to find someone in the world who even likes you, much less who will make out with you, much less who will wait 60-plus consecutive weekends to be kissed again.
Fifteen months may be enough for military families to notice that this isn’t a global war after all. The Navy doesn’t have 5,000 ships like they did in World War II. They don’t have 500. There aren’t 5 million sailors on the ocean. The neighbors aren’t on rationing. No one is planting a victory garden. Fifteen months is enough to make you scrawl on your refrigerator, “America is not at war. The American military is at war. America is at the mall.”
But most of all, you Department of Defense fellas have got to remember what we families already know. Your own statistics say that the military spouse is the No. 1 retention tool — that our opinion counts more with the service member than the pay or benefits or quality of the assignment that you offer. Fifteen months may be the exact amount of time for us to decide that we aren’t getting divorced over this and that we won’t leave our service member. But we plan to take him with us when we go.