{image via Tobyotter}
My better half is a U.S. Navy Sailor, and while I'm not one of those wives who regularly bemoans the fact that their husband serves in the military, I also don't place his profession on a pedestal and pretend that he is somehow a better human being than a person with a civilian job. I find myself comfortably in the middle; I respect his choice in profession, and I'm proud of what he has accomplished.
He's just a regular guy doing his job like anyone else. Sometimes he loves it, sometimes he downright loathes it. Highs: dude, we got to live in Spain for three and a half years. Travel. Culture shock (some people might consider this a low, but I love it). Lows: Trying to Skype with family overseas with a six hour time difference. Lows for him: Ship life. Cramped quarters, long hours, things breaking all the time, and the painting. So. Much. Painting. He's surrounded by so much grey color where he works that he refused to paint our walls any shade of grey when we started our painting project.
I was looking through some old photos on my computer, and I found this one that my dear friend Felicity photographed what seems like eons ago!
Another high: seeing him in his fancy pants uniform, whether it's dress blues or dress whites. I am DEFINITELY okay with that.
So anyway, the reason for this whole post to begin with...I came across this great song yesterday by Split Enz called "Six Months In A Leaky Boat". Great title. Even sillier video. I have a feeling Navy ship life isn't accurately represented in the video, other than the guy pushing the broom around. And I'll have to ask the mister if there's a token accordian-playing dude on his boat. And if they still use those old-timey telescopes.
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