Just do good, don’t worry about the road ahead.
I don’t talk a whole lot about my job as an officer in the Navy Reserves. Frankly, that’s usually just a small part of my life. Being the wife of an active duty Sailor is what shapes my life. Huzzy’s patrol (deployment) schedule and the fact that we are here and nearly everything in our lives is touched by his service in the Navy. And as such, that’s what I tend to write about. I usually need the camaraderie and support of being a MilSpouse more than I need it in regards to my own service.
But that’s probably going to change once Huzzy heads to shore duty since he’ll be home each night (unless he has duty) and it will be a more regular schedule. Hopefully. I’m really, really hoping the hours aren’t like his last shore duty… recruiting. So when that happens, I will probably blog more about my job/life in the Navy Reserves.
I am truly honored to be able to serve my country in a small way. However, besides that, I’ve recently had the chance to do something that is truly an honor: re-enlisting and enlisting someone.
This started a month ago when I re-enlisted Huzzy. After that, I’ve enlisted two people into the Navy Reserves because there is a recruiting office on the 2nd deck of the building where I’m doing my three months of temporary active duty.
Let me tell you… enlisting or re-enlisting someone is SUCH an honor. Other than Huzzy, I was not the person’s choice… I was the officer the recruiter saw when they came downstairs looking for an enlisting officer. But regardless… it’s an honor because enlisting/re-enlisting into the Navy is a big decision. It’s something that will define a person’s life for the rest of their life, whether they are career military or in for just a few years.
Out of everything I’ve done so far, this part of being an officer is super-cool (yes, I’m a child of the 80s) and is very humbling.
Side note: When Huzzy re-enlisted, I may or may not have emphasized the part in the oath that says, “and obey the orders of ALL officers appointed over me.” He also may or may not have sworn the oath with his hand on my pink Bible. There may or may not be photographic evidence. (which, if said evidence was around, wouldn’t be released until Huzzy saw the photos first).