remyandhollandsmommy
<font color=purple>Don't be afraid of the dark<br>
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I have this theory that I call the BTS. For those of you that do not speak military slang that stands for "Basic Training Syndrom". It is a disease that infects soilders when they are away from their support structure. The support structure can be friends, families, or significant other.
To support my theory I give you exhibit A: The sappy, heartfelt letters, poems, and cards my DH sends me whenever he is gone for extended periods of time.
It all started while he was in basic training at Lackland in TX a few years ago (which is why I refer to it as BTS). I began receiving letters with the word "love" in every other sentence. Then came the *shudder* poems. They were horrible musings about how I was a goddess and something about how I had something to do with the sun and moon. I will have to dig them out so I can show ya'll how scary they really were. As for the cards, well, let's just say DH kept Hallmark afloat. At this point I was getting terrified that DH had snapped and was worried insanity ran in the bloodlines (we had a DD, Remy). I called a few friends that had loved ones in the military as well and learned they were experiencing the same phenomenon. All these normally tough hard core soilders were becoming emotional wrecks. So I relaxed and enjoyed the worship while it lasted. It ended when DH was home for a few weeks and got used to us again. I kept all the love sick dribble he'd sent me and occasionally brought it out whenever I got annoyed with DH and shouted to him, "What happened to this wonderful man that thought I was keeper of the sun and when will he be back?!" I never did get a satisfactory answer on that. But that man did come back when DH was deployed for the first time. And then again on that TDY (temporary duty) that lasted three weeks. Oh and since June when DH left to go back to Iraq he's been sending emails instead of the other stuff. He thinks emails won't leave a paper trail, but he hasn't realized I print them out for future references.
To support my theory I give you exhibit A: The sappy, heartfelt letters, poems, and cards my DH sends me whenever he is gone for extended periods of time.
It all started while he was in basic training at Lackland in TX a few years ago (which is why I refer to it as BTS). I began receiving letters with the word "love" in every other sentence. Then came the *shudder* poems. They were horrible musings about how I was a goddess and something about how I had something to do with the sun and moon. I will have to dig them out so I can show ya'll how scary they really were. As for the cards, well, let's just say DH kept Hallmark afloat. At this point I was getting terrified that DH had snapped and was worried insanity ran in the bloodlines (we had a DD, Remy). I called a few friends that had loved ones in the military as well and learned they were experiencing the same phenomenon. All these normally tough hard core soilders were becoming emotional wrecks. So I relaxed and enjoyed the worship while it lasted. It ended when DH was home for a few weeks and got used to us again. I kept all the love sick dribble he'd sent me and occasionally brought it out whenever I got annoyed with DH and shouted to him, "What happened to this wonderful man that thought I was keeper of the sun and when will he be back?!" I never did get a satisfactory answer on that. But that man did come back when DH was deployed for the first time. And then again on that TDY (temporary duty) that lasted three weeks. Oh and since June when DH left to go back to Iraq he's been sending emails instead of the other stuff. He thinks emails won't leave a paper trail, but he hasn't realized I print them out for future references.
