The Unseen Veteran

The Unseen Veteran

From Chicken Soup for the Military Wife's Soul

The Unseen Veteran

In order that she may be able to give her hand with dignity, she must be able to stand alone.

Margaret Fuller

To understand military life, or what it feels like to be the proud wife of a soldier, you need to experience it.

One day he was here and now he is gone. . . . He isn’t beside me in bed. . . . His scent slowly fades, as does the memory of his face. . . . I can barely remember the familiar sounds of him at home. I long for comfort when I have a nightmare. I want him to hold me. I wait for those comforting letters or the phone calls that come after three months of silence.

Now, I look upon single parents in awe . . . and I learn to do what they do, until my husband comes home. I don’t need a man to put a crib together, to take care of the car or to take out the trash. I have learned to be empathetic. I have become self-sufficient.

And even though these are wonderful things, I would give up everything that I have learned to bring him home right now.

When I think that I cannot go on, I rely on my routine so that I can support my husband while he defends our freedom. And I know that I am not the only one.

I am an unseen veteran. So are all the other military spouses out there. We have different battlefields. Our maps have pins in the countries of worry, heartache and loneliness. Our battles will end when our husbands are in our arms again. Until that day, I say thank you to all the invisible soldiers who are there for each other, who are there for me. We lend a strong shoulder when needed, and we keep up the brave front at home. The war could not be won without us.

Amanda Legg

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