I have received the latest email from Lt. He expended great effort to tell me nothing.
"Dear Mei, I can't tell you where we are at or where we are going or when we will be home. Things are going well. I look forward to coming home. Lt" His version was much more wordy (214 words) and I am too lazy to write it all. I suppose I could copy/paste. No, there is no cause for you to be bored too.
We will require time to decide what is an acceptable email. I know there is often very limited time when underway. But I do believe my version would be faster to write. "Dear Mei, I am well. I think of you and Little One often. I love you. Lt." It tells me what I wish to hear; he loves me and is well. I already know he is unable to tell me of ship business. What is the purpose of telling me he can not tell me?
I suppose I should be happy he writes at all.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Some things...
... are not always what they seem at the beginning.
Some may remember Rude gate Guard from my arrival in Japan. A most unpleasant experience I do not wish to remember. Unfortunately, it is not so easy a thing to do. Especially since I must pass through that particular gate often.
Yesterday I was sitting and resting (something I do often of late) at my favorite bench along my usual walking route. As I rose to continue my walk it seems I emitted a groan. I did not realize I had done it. A young woman happened to be walking by and heard it. She asked me if I was well and I assured her I was. She decided to accompany me "just to make sure."
I recognized her immediately. In her eyes I could see a glimmer of recognition but she could not quite seem to come to who I was. I did not inform her of who I was beyond my name.
Her behavior was not that of the woman with which I had such a poor meeting shortly after my arrival. This woman seemed caring and interested in my well being. We chatted as we walked. Eventually, we arrived at the food court. I invited her to lunch with me at Sbarro's. After some encouragement she agreed. We had very pleasant conversation and enjoyed some pasta. Mine was rather plain since Little One does not care for spices.
As lunch concluded I invited her to visit if she wished to do so and gave her my tower and apartment number. As we walked to my car I saw her face flush. It seems she sees many faces so they tend to blur but when coupled with THAT car... She remembered well who it was she had just eaten lunch with. It is not often one eats lunch with someone who caused such difficulty in their life.
She asked me if I remembered her. "Of course." I replied. "Then why did you just have lunch with me?" she asked. You were kind to me. The confusion was apparent on her face. I explained to her that she did not treat me well at our first meeting. In turn, I did not treat her well. This time she was kind. It is only right I return that kindness as quickly as I had returned anger. Besides, what she showed me proved who I met at the gate was not who she truly is. That first day was not a good day for either of us. I did not want her to continue believing that is who I am.
I do not know if she will visit. I do know as I pass through her gate, the difference now is she smiles as she salutes my car and I smile as I wave to her.
Her name is Tammy.
Some may remember Rude gate Guard from my arrival in Japan. A most unpleasant experience I do not wish to remember. Unfortunately, it is not so easy a thing to do. Especially since I must pass through that particular gate often.
Yesterday I was sitting and resting (something I do often of late) at my favorite bench along my usual walking route. As I rose to continue my walk it seems I emitted a groan. I did not realize I had done it. A young woman happened to be walking by and heard it. She asked me if I was well and I assured her I was. She decided to accompany me "just to make sure."
I recognized her immediately. In her eyes I could see a glimmer of recognition but she could not quite seem to come to who I was. I did not inform her of who I was beyond my name.
Her behavior was not that of the woman with which I had such a poor meeting shortly after my arrival. This woman seemed caring and interested in my well being. We chatted as we walked. Eventually, we arrived at the food court. I invited her to lunch with me at Sbarro's. After some encouragement she agreed. We had very pleasant conversation and enjoyed some pasta. Mine was rather plain since Little One does not care for spices.
As lunch concluded I invited her to visit if she wished to do so and gave her my tower and apartment number. As we walked to my car I saw her face flush. It seems she sees many faces so they tend to blur but when coupled with THAT car... She remembered well who it was she had just eaten lunch with. It is not often one eats lunch with someone who caused such difficulty in their life.
She asked me if I remembered her. "Of course." I replied. "Then why did you just have lunch with me?" she asked. You were kind to me. The confusion was apparent on her face. I explained to her that she did not treat me well at our first meeting. In turn, I did not treat her well. This time she was kind. It is only right I return that kindness as quickly as I had returned anger. Besides, what she showed me proved who I met at the gate was not who she truly is. That first day was not a good day for either of us. I did not want her to continue believing that is who I am.
I do not know if she will visit. I do know as I pass through her gate, the difference now is she smiles as she salutes my car and I smile as I wave to her.
Her name is Tammy.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Apparently...
... I am now "some little gook b***h."
I happened upon a conversation between two female DoD employees. It seems my Lt was the subject of the conversation. One of the women has desires for my husband. I know this from the portion of the conversation I happened upon. They spoke of Lt by name and ship. The one said she wanted to be with him while the other reminded her he was married. It is then she said, "Oh she's just some little gook b***h. It won't be hard to get her gone."
Really?
First. Do not under-estimate me. In spite of, or perhaps because of, being pregnant, I would fight vigorously for what is mine.
Second. I did not choose my husband lightly. I am not as many other women I have spoken to. My Lt spent several years under my scrutiny. He patiently awaited my decision. I know his character. This simpleton woman has no idea what type of man he is. He would rebuff her convincingly if for no other reason than his integrity would demand it. Her only chance is his dis-satisfaction and if Lt is dis-satisfied already, I am a poor wife indeed and would deserve to lose him.
Are there not enough single men on this base? There are several unmarried officers if it is an officer she desires. If not an officer, the barracks are full of single sailors. There is no shortage of available men. What would cause a woman to seek a man that is another's.
If you wonder if I spoke to this trollop, no I did not. There was no need for me to do so. Her companion saw me and as I walked away laughing told her plotting friend when asked who I was, "That is his wife."
I happened upon a conversation between two female DoD employees. It seems my Lt was the subject of the conversation. One of the women has desires for my husband. I know this from the portion of the conversation I happened upon. They spoke of Lt by name and ship. The one said she wanted to be with him while the other reminded her he was married. It is then she said, "Oh she's just some little gook b***h. It won't be hard to get her gone."
Really?
First. Do not under-estimate me. In spite of, or perhaps because of, being pregnant, I would fight vigorously for what is mine.
Second. I did not choose my husband lightly. I am not as many other women I have spoken to. My Lt spent several years under my scrutiny. He patiently awaited my decision. I know his character. This simpleton woman has no idea what type of man he is. He would rebuff her convincingly if for no other reason than his integrity would demand it. Her only chance is his dis-satisfaction and if Lt is dis-satisfied already, I am a poor wife indeed and would deserve to lose him.
Are there not enough single men on this base? There are several unmarried officers if it is an officer she desires. If not an officer, the barracks are full of single sailors. There is no shortage of available men. What would cause a woman to seek a man that is another's.
If you wonder if I spoke to this trollop, no I did not. There was no need for me to do so. Her companion saw me and as I walked away laughing told her plotting friend when asked who I was, "That is his wife."
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