I spend a lot of time complaining about the Air Force (because there is certainly a lot to complain about), but something happened yesterday that warmed my Air Force wife heart, and I thought this would be an appropriate way to give props where props are due.
One of the reasons I’ve been angry/bitter/resentful lately is because we are supposed to find out our next base soon (like a couple of months ago), and due to all the standard Air Force reasons, we have no news. Scott is leaving for six months (starting January 3rd), and we should technically move to our next base (which could be in WA, OK, CA, DE, NJ, AL or HI) in July or August. Due to the fact that Scott won’t be around, that means I’ll have to sell our house and buy a new one on my own (BOO HISS!!!).
I don’t so much dread the decision-making portion--I’m actually completely comfortable with making all of our major life decisions because it’s kind of in the job description of a pilot’s wife, but it’s the logistics part that makes me absolutely batty. What if they don’t tell us where we’re moving until a month before we’re supposed to be there? What if, despite the fact that we’ve been told there’s no reason we shouldn’t get one of our top choices, something Air Force-y happens and we end up with our fifth choice? (These are not irrational fears, as both of these things have happened to friends recently.)
I have a FANTASTIC support system in my parents and mother-in-law (not to mention countless civilian and AF friends), so I won’t literally have to do it on my own, but it’s stressful nonetheless.
Anyway, (this post was supposed to be about NOT complaining about the Air Force, right?) our squadron had a change of command last week (civilian translation: Scott got a new boss). Yesterday, Scott received an email from the squadron commander asking him to come in for a meeting to discuss his next assignment. In my mind, this is HUGE.
The squadron commander oversees around 150 pilots and loadmasters and their families. He works longer hours than anyone else in the squadron and takes the blame for things that aren’t his fault. We have been blessed to have incredible commanders the entire time we’ve been at Charleston (and we’re on our fourth). The fact that this new commander has been in command for less than a week but is already in tune with an individual’s needs (my husband in this instance) is pretty damn spectacular.
When Scott explained to him that we’re in OK for some much-needed leave, his response floored me. Not only did he tell Scott that he would be working on it and try to have something figured out in the next week, but he also told Scott to stop checking his email and spend time with his family. Oh, and he added, “And tell your family in OK happy holidays from the Pelicans!”
This. Makes. Me. Smile.
It gets really easy sometimes to feel like cogs in a machine, but this is a perfect example of someone going above and beyond to recognize us as individuals. His actions were the epitome of the Christmas cheer I desperately needed. So, even though I can’t say his name because I think the Air Force would get mad, thank you, new commander!
And on a related note, here are some pictures that show another reason it’s sometimes really great to be in the Air Force:
|Will and a friend waiting on the flight line for Santa to arrive|
|Santa hugging one of his reindeer|
|The boys and Santa in front of the static mini-C-17|
|I LOVE THESE BOYS. (even the old guy)|
|Family pic with the C-17, which seems like a family member sometimes|
|The boys playing in the C-17 (Will told us earlier in the day that he wanted to be a jet driver when he gets big.)|
So...thank you, Air Force, for the good stuff. Sorry I've been so ungrateful lately.