The one profession that always fascinated me from my childhood days (from the time I gained some sense to think about professions) was being an army person. Then as I grew with time; both in age and thoughts, I reached to a conclusion that it’s not a job. It is not even a profession, its something much more than that. It’s about dedication and inclination towards the respect of our nation, the one which we are born in. Job is a small word for it, it diminishes the real value of it, it is a responsibility that money cannot buy.
Though the thought of being in army slowly and slowly subsided, the urge to dig more into it surfaced. Being in army, as I have learned from things around, is just not about a person defending his or her country’s border, or is not about a person who lives on some -25 degree Celsius check post, it’s not just about him, it’s about the complete family and I, hereby, with all liberty , name them as the Army family.
It is difficult to leave your family to be posted on some undulated terrain, but it is even harder to be the one who is left behind to face similar undulating conditions on personal, social and household levels. It is often said that army families are those royal families with many privileges, and a different sort of life style. They will make you feel that you lack all sort of disciplines when you are vicinity of them, but will also grace you with their presence from their behavioral manners and high level of awareness on every matter, after all, they are contributing to our safety.
But is it all glorious as it seems? Maybe not.
Recently I read an article titled ‘What it takes to be an army wife’, in THE HINDU, excerpts from it are—
‘I got baptized into the army six years ago, when I got married to a ‘fauji’ (soldier). While my husband reported for duty soon afterwards I sat at home, my heart brimming with nervous anticipation of the dinner parties, ballroom dance events and other exciting stuff that made for the “royal life” of army officers and their wives.’
‘But my excitement was short lived, because soon I realized that life in the army was no ball room dancing. It is very demanding and comes with its pleasures as well as pains.’
‘And here I was, in the Indian army, among the best dressed and finest ladies one can ever find. The most important lesson I learned was ‘humility.’
(Written by Mrs. Subha Sunny—email@example.com)
It takes courage to say yes to a person who will always be on the move. Packing and unpacking will be on the list every times, but it’s also comforting to know that its for the country. ‘Our home is where army sends us’ she writes.
And talking about army kids, constant moving, difficulty in making and keeping friends, parents who may leave for months at a moment’s notice, extra responsibilities, loneliness, missed birthdays and holidays, constant fear that this time mom or dad may never come home. That is what really sums down the life of an army kid.
We can never understand what it really feels to be in such a position, unless we are in that position. What we can do is to salute these people, not only the soldiers who are fighting day and night for us, but also for their wives and kids and family who gives them strength to go forward and face the enemies, knowing very well that maybe there will be no returning back.
Salute to that mother who sent her son to face the fear, for the sake of that country.
Salute to that wife who provides a constant support to her man.
Salute to those kids who know that their father and mother are the protectors of the nation and never complaining about it but molding themselves according to the situation.
Salute to the ‘ARMY FAMILIES’.