The Uniform Always Wins
Learning to accept military demands.
by Megan Tyson
I plan. I over think. I eventually always manage to conquer all. Or at least I like to think I do.
This marrying a Marine Corps pilot thing was not originally part of the grand plan I had for my life, but I’m learning to enjoy the perks and face obstacles with any sort of stride possible. Good thing I really enjoy seeing my husband in a flight suit.
Like many military couples, we live day by day. Trying not to assume or predict what could come next, it starts to get a little tricky trying to actually live outside “the schedule.” In the beginning, it was almost cute how valiantly we attempted to make dinner and sit down at the table each night. As I fawned over this stud strutting around in his flight suit, we’d make our way around the kitchen creating Chicken Pesto Pizza (a Tyson favorite) and some days I even came home to dinner already made and all I had to do was enjoy.
I’ll let you imagine how long that lasted.
It has gradually turned into waiting for him to get back from late duty, missing him because of a cross country flight, or just watching him exhaustedly walk in the door and make a bee line right for the office, books in hand. As he got further along in training, we started to realize that we were going to have to adjust, and although this utopia-like dinner situation was not always possible, we would make it work. We would make time for each other.
On the nights he’s gone, I have to refrain as hard as I can not to revert back to my single days, when I would come home from work, grab a box of dry cereal (sorry Mom) and call that a meal. To be honest, married or not – those nights are bound to happen. What one may observe as lazy, I simply look at as alternative dining.
Despite waiting for after 5 p.m. to find out what the schedule holds for the next day, I still go ahead and make plans with friends after work. Movies, dinner, working out – everyone needs time with their friends. Of course, I now have to conquer how to get past the puppy dog sad face my husband gives me every time I come back from a night out, while he’s spent the night studying. Still working on that.
“If the Marine Corps wanted him to have a wife, they would have issued him one,” is a popular phrase I constantly hear from my father, a retired Marine.
Regardless of how I fit into this situation, it’s all about balance. Although I’m not an expert on military life, I know that each day, each dinner and each hug after work, whether it’s 5:30 p.m. right when I get home or 2 a.m. when he crawls into bed – there’s no other way I’d rather have it.