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We'll Always Have Newport:Chapter 10-Duty Calls

(September 2010)

The Navy is the silent 3rd Party which dwells within every part of our relationship.

We are sitting snuggled up on the couch binge-watching a string of bad Syfy werewolf movies.
The kind of cinematic feats which involve a basic storyline, bad dialogue, and hokey special effects.

Just another relaxing Saturday afternoon...until the duty phone rings.

In an instant, we break apart. The Sailor has the  duty phone cradled on his neck. He is in the bedroom changing from his standard board shorts and T-shirt ensemble into his Navy bdus.

I am in the kitchen pulling down a container from the freezer. It is a pork paella with brown rice red and green onions. I place it in a plastic bag and then set about chopping cucumbers and strawberries for his snack.

He grabs the bag, kisses me on the mouth, and heads down the back stairs to his car.

This whole dance takes about ten minutes tops.

My role is to give a quick"no really, it's fine" smile, to provide nourishment, and to find another way in which to occupy my time while he is out.

I respect that the Sailor has made the conscious choice to serve his country in the military.

I am grateful to him and the other men and women serving in our military. This is what you sign up for when you fall in love with an active duty member of the military.


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