have i told you guys how amazing my man is? he is so amazing! i have already received 4 letters! 2 from darby and 2 from mountains, each at least 4 pages long! he is hanging in there, but he is still having a hard time. there is a huge possibility he will recycle mountains...all i can say is Gods will be done....the only thing that gets me through the thought of him recycling is knowing God has a plan for all of us. here is a piece he wanted me to share on his facebook, i hope he wont mind me sharing it on my blog as well
Dear Lori, mom, dad, friends & family
I'm in mountains phase now. Ive learned a bit about myself from this school & generally this school isn't physically hard. I'm far from my breaking point physically, but mentally it's frustrating. Weather also really factors in there.
We had church service tuesday night, after dinner & before bed. Anyone who knows anything about this school knows we become religious just to get out of the environment, or get food. I didn't pass the road march Tuesday, I had crappy MREs I couldn't trade & missed and opportunity for a major plus on knots. So I went to church. While most people slept, I read a little book with a verse for each day of ranger school. The chaplains service was good, he sang songs and talked about raising morale.
Day 4 of ranger school, today is a good day to be reborn into Christ. I thought about this one for a while, keeping it in the back of my mind. At the end I waited to talk to the Chaplin. I had about 3 layers of snivel on, still suckin. I told him my name and sad I was def a summer ranger and have been hurting for calories and not so much sleep. I told him that I failed the road march and had to do it again, and I was suckin. I didn't know where I was going to find strength to get through all this crap. The Chaplin prayed with me and asked God for strength and endurance. I did what I had to outside to get in the barracks , and went to bed.
We got up at the usual time, 4 am, when I woke up my knees were a little less swollen, my ankles were a little better too. My hands didn't hurt so bad, I felt better. We got our pancakes, it wasn't raining, my ruck was set up good. I had a dream with Lori in it. Nothing specific, but I saw her face, and was happy. On the road march I reflected that I had forgotten the same God that the Chaplin talked to, and that sent me to this school was the same God that showed me the way to Lori. I was still ok. I got to look around on the route and saw how pretty the mountains were when it wasn't rainy. I felt a bit like this was being reborn.
his words are beautiful and remind me where my strength comes from. i am so lucky to have such a beautiful, wonderful man in my life, and i will never stop being thankful for him. he is a true inspiration.
he tells me in his letters to hang in there, he tells me he is excited, as long as he doesnt get another minus he will move onto florida if he gets through on his first time we only have 30 more days of separation.
my heart aches, i know i need to be strong but i feel so alone right now. one of the few people i am close to who knows how i feel is so far away, she is a good friend of mine, married to a man in the army, she knows how i feel. or at least she can relate. i started writing this blog in hopes of helping other Ranger wives/fiances/girlfriends/mother/ect i dont know if anyone reads this blog at all. i think if i could help, it would help me...
here are the very first letters i received, muddy and gritty thanks to malvesti!
