For some reason tonight, when I looked out at our piles and piles of snow, the phrase "now is the winter of our discontent" came to mind. Google helped me find this translation of Richard III, which had me in stitches.
When BG Hertling said that the last month of the deployment would be the worst, I really didn't believe him. I thought it would be just like any other month, but I have eaten my words. This past week has been excruciating. Theoretically, my husband comes home in exactly one month.
And now is the winter of my discontent.
Posted by Sarah at February 2, 2005 10:37 PMSo true, the last month is the hardest. I remember at that point I was just done, so ready for him to return and going through all emotions about what the reunion would be like, if he would have changed after being gone etc. You're in the final stretch, and the reunion will make all of it worthwhile, it's just the best!
Posted by: Jamie at February 3, 2005 11:59 AMLots of snow reminds me of the winter of our discount tent. I spent 3 years living in a tent in the top of the Bavarian alps in the Signal Corps. Sometimes we had an excellent tent - other times it was like living inside a freezer. I now live in Florida and I'm not budging!
Posted by: SgtMgr at February 4, 2005 08:11 AM