It had been nearly two months since we had last seen each other, but one of my best friends from the deployment, Sergeant Trevino visited me in California a few days back. It was one of the most surreal moments of my time back so far, and I remembered when we first began talking about the road he embarked from as he landed here in Southern California.
In a whirlwind road trip, he began here in Orange County, and will be making his way all the way up to Seattle and possibly even Canada. As he called me and said that he and his fiancé were getting close to my house, I walked out front to meet them in their rented Chevy Malibu. He stepped out of the car and I could feel memories rushing back. I remembered sitting underneath one of the scud bunkers on camp, the concrete upside down U shaped enclosures, and talking about the trips we had wanted to take when we got back. I remembered him talking about this road trip he wanted to take and how exciting it would be. The feeling of hitting the road and seeing our country again through the window of a comfortable car. All of those planning sessions had finally come to fruition as we walked towards each other again and he introduced his fiancé to me. That in itself is a strange aspect to being deployed. You don’t just get to know the men and women you serve with, you learn the names of all their friends, and the most detailed aspects of the lives of their significant others. You really get to know about people who 90% of the time you will probably never meet. It’s all so strange in way, but when I met Ashley I felt like I already knew her.
We spent the time talking about memories and the people we served with, already trading stories both humorous and solemn from our time in theater. We relived the moments where we felt like we grew the most, and laughed about the time in the middle of July where we nearly got in a fist fight. We both shared the feelings that there are some things we experienced that our friends who weren’t there will never completely understand. It was one of the most therapeutic days I’ve had since I’ve been back.
I think the Army Reserve and National Guard experience is different than the active duty experience in this sense. When we return, the unit does go its own way, only to rejoin for 2 days a month for drill. We forge amazing friendships, but everyone scatters so quickly upon return to the States. I firmly believe now that one of the best things a returning soldier can do when he or she is back in the comfort of their own homes and communities, is to take some time to visit the soldiers they served with and just check up on each other, make sure the people you were close to are re-adapting well.
Trevino, it was good to see you buddy, drive safe…
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