The Uniforms You Once Wore
His uniforms rest in the corner of the closet. Two years have passed since they draped the back of the honorable man I married. He now wears the uniform of a civilian, not tied to his country by way of a contract. He has seen peace and he has seen war. As a wife, I have endured love, loss, togetherness, and separation, but those uniforms are a part of me as well. For I have ironed creases sharp as a knife’s blade, sewn patches with pride, watched that camo walk away and return a soiled, tattered mess from a year’s worth of sacrifice. For 20 years, we have endured it all, but no matter how far apart, we did it together. But a military wife I will always be….even as I see the uniforms he once wore. ~Theresa Hissong.