“You realize just how much you’re loved, when someone will drive a total of 32 hours just to see you for 3 days.” ~M
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Continued from: Tales of the Dark Side – (Part 1, The Broom Incident)
It was actually quite comforting to be back home. Five months of military training had worn me out, and I was excited to have a few weeks off, before having to report to my first permanent duty station.
As I readied the kitchen to steam the spice broom, I began to daydream about a guy I had recently met during AIT. He had the bluest eyes of anyone I had ever met, and I loved the way they lit up whenever I caught him smiling at me.
Mom didn’t know it yet, but I had actually gotten a tattoo while I was in AIT, and this guy I liked, (Kyle) had actually forked over the money to pay for my tattoo. He had even told me that he wanted to marry me and had begun working an extra job, in order to save for our future together. And yet I was still surprised to see twenty-four long stemmed roses delivered to the house earlier that day. I wondered… could he really be the one?
After becoming lost in my thoughts of Kyle, I soon realized the pot of water had begun to boil. Grabbing the spice broom, I carefully held it over the steaming pot of water. The rich spicy scent of cinnamon soon enveloped the tiny kitchen, and I stood there patiently steaming the broom, entranced by thoughts of Kyle and reveling in the euphoric smell which now engulfed me.
All of a sudden, my day-dreamy eyes caught sight of a wisp of smoke, which seemed to be curling up from underneath the broom. Then, not even a second later, the entire broom burst into flames. I couldn’t believe my eyes, and for a split second, I had no idea what to do. I began to panic, shaking the broom violently, hoping this would somehow put the fire out.
I had just been trained on how to: throw a live grenade, operate a machine gun, set up a land mine, fire a grenade launcher, shoot an M16 rifle, survive in a gas chamber, fight off a person using hand to hand combat, stab someone efficiently with a bayonet, and yet for the life of me, I had no idea in this moment, how to put out the blazing fire which was now right in front of me.
Then suddenly out of nowhere, instinct kicked in and I knew what I had to do. So without another thought, I held onto the broom as tightly as I could and raced to the back door. I pushed open the glass sliding door as far as it would go and then threw the broom down onto the concrete patio. I began stomping out the fire as best I could and then ran quickly back inside to get a bucket of water.
The broom was still smoldering when I returned, and yet the water did the trick. The broom hissed and steamed at me as I doused it with the entire bucket of water. Looking down, all that was left, was the tightly woven handle of the broom, the rest of it had completely disintegrated into a pile of ash.
Breathing a huge sigh of relief, I went back into the kitchen, where a thick haze of smoke now lingered near the ceiling. I knew my parents were sure to kill me when they returned. My stupidity had almost cost them their entire house, and I felt like a complete idiot. So much for the courageous soldier, I thought I had become. It turned out, I was still the same foolish girl I had always been.
The Daily Post prompt – Instinct
Well I’m back, and made it through the worst vacation ever. I ended up being sick the entire time, and yet fortunately my husband was with me and took good care of me. It seems we are completely cursed when it comes to anniversaries. Every year on our anniversary, one of us is either sick or in the hospital; it’s been a running joke now as to who it will end up being. Why we even try to plan romantic getaways for our anniversary anymore, is beyond me.
In between the mad dashes to the bathroom, my husband kept saying, “Well at least we’re together.” I just rolled my eyes at him and thought to myself, as sweet as that sounded, he couldn’t possibly mean it; and yet he kept insisting that he really did. After seeing the look in his eyes, I believe he really meant it. Being in the military and working for a department that operates 24 x 7, my husband gets very little time off from work. He also doesn’t get paid overtime, even if he works a 60 hour week; so I just feel awful that he had to spend his only few days off, tending to me.
Anyway, I’m home now and trying not to feel frustrated, and yet I really feel like forces beyond our control, once again cheated us out of quality time together. As soon as we got home today, we also received some unexpected news. While we were away, my husband’s unit was trying to reach him; it seems that they have a very special job for him, one that will take him away from me for over a year. I’m excited for him, because this is exactly the break in his career that he’s been waiting for, but of course I will miss him when he goes. This is the life of a military family though, and we will get through it just like we always have.