He sits at his computer, with his back turned on everyone. Not because he's always mad or hates everyone.
He sits in his room alone starring out the window and is zoned, not necessarily because of how pretty it is out side.
His space free of clutter and very organized but his life maybe to caoctic to deal with.
He stops talking and shuns people away and becomes anti-social and for ever reason, you've feel like, you've done something wrong. And analyz yourself on what you could have done.
He passes you with with his head down, barely looks your way with maybe a glimpse of a soft smile. But the look on his face so sad.
He on days comes alive, saying it's a good day, laughs and smiles and speaks and you see the glimmer in his eyes, until something really minor stops him in his tracks and that happy face turns into a stone expressionless look,
eyes afixed and lost in space and suddenly forgets what he was doing or saying and starts stuttering. And for what ever reason of your own rationality, nothing that happened made any sense.
On a good day, where nothing seems to be the matter and a loud boom noise goes off, and he's jumping up grabbing you and ducking for cover.
On a good day, taking a stroll on gorgeous day, and conversation is light and a soft noise of a twig gets broken and he stops, your hand gets squeeze a little tighter and he peers off looking in other directions, to nothing around
other then it might have been a small animal. It sets off panic.
On a day, where he's dealing with nothing and walks in a room always shaking for no apparent reason, forgets how to speak, and the fear and confusion in his eyes reads, I can't remember what I was thinking, I can't get the words
Every morning like clock work, he's up at the crack of dawn. Because he's done that for 23 years 4 months and 22 days and doesn't know how to not sleep in.
Every night when he sleeps, shakes, twitches, jerks and hardly makes a sound but wakes up every morning not remember he did any of it. And you've had a hard night of constantly waking up with every move. When all you want to do
is cuddle in bed with the man you love and it comes to getting up, grabbing your pillow and sleeping in another room.
No one understands, what a wife(or husband) of a wounded warrior goes threw. What kind of strength we indure for the love we have for our husbands or wives. We can't explain, the hardships we feel or lock away but do what we can
to maintain peace but yet try to live a normal life as everyone else. No one understands, why we don't celebrate the fireworks on the 4th of July, or why we avoid crowded places with no room to walk about or why we only chose certain activities with our families
for the fear of a good fun experience turns into the wounded soldier looking for a place to hide. No one understands, unless they've been threw it themselves.
Not one normal person can understand what it is that a soldier goes threw, or understands what is locked up inside the minds of these brave men...and women. That stand up and signs their lives over to serve in the United States
Military. To help fight for freedom, for their families, friends and loved ones and for people they don't know. They gave a blank check to the military for the duties they serve, for the moral and honor of doing something for a country they love. The compassion
and strength of each soldier is above and beyond what we do on a daily basis.
My husband Robert Eugene Goff, gave his life to his country and for 23 years 4 months and 22 days, he's EARNED every bit of serenity, peace, and above all respect. It wasn't an easy choice for him to make, but he made it on the
good of his family. He did it to support the people he loved the most. Did what he had to do and WILL never regret the choice he made. He is my soldier, he is my husband, he is the father of my children. And no matter what for the years we've been together,
I don't regret being his wife. I am honored above all to have him in my life and beside me every step of the way. Because above all...the days he can't talk, he holds my hand and I know, he loves me.
It's not easy to say the least, being the wife of a wounded soldier or vet. But You Gotta DO what You Gotta DO. Because somewhere, in there. I see my husband, the man I married. He really is a genuine man, with a heart of gold.
He loves his family very much and he makes me very happy. Frustrated at times, Confused at times, but now that he's out of the Army, A lot less stress.
I am also a proud woman, I am love my soldier. It amazes me in the 6 years we were stationed at Fort Sill, OK. How soldiers would seek out my husband and shake his hand and tell him "thank you" for something, he never say about
and would look at me and say, "it's an honor ma'am". Not really knowing what the honor was exactly. But I have since understood. But what I could see, was these soldiers respected my husband, because he respected them.
I love my RETIRED Wouded VET, and being that November 11th, is Veteran's Day, do the honor, pat the back of a soldier or a vet....that gives them thanks for the job they did or is doing. That's how you pay it forward.
I was born and raised military. My father was 25 years in active service and 5 years retired reserve in the Navy as a Seabee. I salute my father, my hero among with my husband and countless others, that have given and lost their
lives to protect us. Support our Veterans, buy a poppy flower..... And give thanks to them for their years of service, for their duty to their country and above all. Thank them for returning home.