Soundings January 5, 1994
photo curtesy Harold J. Gerwien.
It was a snowy sendoff on that January day in 1994 when I bid my sailor farewell as his ship the USS Yellowstone left port in Norfolk Virgina for her Mediterranean deployment. This is not a picture of me but I was there with my little girl so that we could wave good-bye to her daddy. If my memory serves me correctly, this was the time when the ship was actually due to leave port late December right after Christmas and crew was on board at that time but the ship could not leave due to mechanic/engine issues. Everyone was made to stay onboard the vessel and I remember how all the spouses gathered at the pier requesting that the Captain 'leave or let 'em leave'.
Military Woman
by Cynthia E. Jones
Her job, she gets no pay
living it out, day after day,
With those, who don't recognize
their privileges, they don't realize,
how men and women from everywhere
give of themselves and how we share
a common denominator, it remains,
we live to be free and freedom claims;
Of men and women wearing uniform,
from their families, and the children born,
to those gone, or out to sea, defending
this land so you can sleep free.
Yeah, I know, not always cut and dry, but
take a listen, and do please try, to know
the hearts of the military folks, after all
its not their choice it's their oath, and
when its done, completed and through, they
answered without question, unlike you.
A Military Woman, so full of pride, for
her husband and his military life, taking
things as they come, and in stride, with
this anything but ordinary, military life.
She gets angry; just like you,
when her government ignores
and they do what they do.
She wants to be honorable,
and not complain;
she knows she is blessed
in many ways.
She's a Military woman so full of pride
for her Country, and her Military life.
What hurts the most,
she would tell you I'm sure
is the coldness of the people
and their reactions to war.
Can you see her, carry a sign,
for her beliefs and by her side,
her man... giving his life, for the very
thing that we all despise?
Injustice! Outrageous! Involuntary truth!
Out numbered! Who's counting? And
what the hell is it to you?
If she is willing
to hold her head high
stand on a pier
and wave goodbye
to the one she loves,
the center of her life.
She is a Military Woman.
Copyright 2001 Cynthia E. Jones
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