The Song of Wandering Aengus
I WENT out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
--William Butler Yeats
It is amazing how are can have so much of an effect on people. I am, of course, no exception. Literature, music, and the cinema are probably my weaknesses. A poem like the Song of Wandering Aengus brings up memories of both happy and sad occasions. The marriage of a relative. The loss of a great friend. The ongoing struggle to hold on to all of the things you love in such a crazy world. I am certainly blessed to have such a firm grip on the things I love and such a strong foundation against the quaking a stormy weather of the world.
I've only got 18 days left of my sojourn at Ft. Eustis. The ending of one journey is the beginning of yet another. Now the real adventure begins. The adventure of finally being able to start building a real life for my family.
It truly is amazing what we will do for the ones that we love. I am not the only one that has made sacrifices in this equation. I am not the only one that has gone through trials. Once this trial is over, others are bound to surface at some point, but that is just life.
I suppose the best way I know how to overcome the struggles of real life is to stack the odds in my favor. Some people are born into a good hand. They are dealt good genes so they are smart, or very good looking. They are dealt a wealthy family so they are able to get a worry-free education, or even inherit a family business. Then there are those that have to live in the real world.
I was dealt good genes, but I wouldn't say I am extremely attractive, and I am smart, but I am no prodigy. There are times even now that I wonder if this is what the Lord would have me do. There are times when I wonder if I shouldn't be doing something simpler or less stressful.
Then there are times when I am in the heat of an issue, utilizing the training and skills the Army has taught me. So many I work with have no heart, no determination, no pride in the what they stand for, what being in the Army really means. Many of them are there just for the money or for the college tuition. Many are there because they have no direction, no discipline. Many just expect the Army to hand them everything they need to create a persona, something tangible and real, something with direction and conviction.
I guess being a little older than many of them is an advantage. I have lived a little more. Being married and having children has taught me a lot of valuable lessons. Being in the Army at this point in my life has shown me that motivation and a little pride in what you stand for can go a long way, especially with those that are in charge of you.
It is almost time for me to be home and I am so excited! I can't wait to be home with my sweet wife and my sweet little boys. I wouldn't trade this experience for anything because it has taught me so much. I do hope that I will be able to be home for a while before I have to go anywhere again. But I do feel that deployment is inevitable and I feel a sort of need to do it for myself and for all of my brothers and sisters, Army or otherwise.
I hope that I can take what I have learned and make a great life for my family. I hope that I can continue to learn even more every day. I hope that I can be the best husband, father, and soldier that I can.
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