What would the Sargent Major’s Wife Do?
My brother-in-law, was a SGT. Major in the US Army. Gosh, I love that guy. Don’t tell him I said so. He doesn’t “do” mushy. haha. When I first met him, I’ll be honest, he scared me. During those Army days, he scared me more.
Days have slipped by and somehow I am not scared of him or his gruff voice anymore. He is one of the good guys. He is the kind of man you want on your side when the Zombies come over that hill.
You all know by now, I love, love, love my sister-in-law.
Here is something you might not know about Army wives……they are the “behind the scenes” magic girls. They are the reason things look & move so smooth in the military. My sister in law, use to get up at 3:15 AM to make breakfast, so the Army man in her life could have a decent home cooked meal, before heading into work.
She always ironed his t-shirts. Just in case, he was in his office and it got hot. If he took off his Battle Dress Uniform jacket, his Army t-shirt would be crisply ironed to perfection.
My Army guy knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would be wise NOT to eat anything, I mean anything that I tried to cook for him at 3 in the morning. Some Army wives just aren’t morning girls.
Each and every Memorial Day, our Army guys do what they promised to do.
They owe their fallen military brother and sisters the respect of remembering. Their uniforms are spit spot ready. Their shoes shined like the sun glistening off calm water. Their brass is shined within an inch of its life. The smell of Brasso lingers in the air. Their uniforms are lint free with nary a wrinkle in sight.
The morning before we went to the cemetery, I asked Mr. Right if his dress shirt was ready? Drats. I had forgotten to iron it.
For a fleeting moment, I thought to myself…..geesh, you only see about 2 inches of collar and a half-inch of shirt. Sometimes, you spy a quarter-inch of the cuff…….
Who would know if I only ironed those parts? It would be my secret.
When it comes to ironing, I am not always the most willing & cheerful person. I could just do those parts and move on with taming my hair into a something a bit reserve and respectful.
As the iron heated, I had “the” thought…. What would the SGT. Major’s wife do?
Oh, I think we both know the answer.
I told Mr. Right what I was thinking. He chuckled and said, the SGT. Major’s wife would probably iron it twice! ha
Mr. Right’s shirt was starched & ironed with perfect creases, not a wrinkle to be found.
The shirt was ironed to perfection, every single inch of it.
A perfectly ironed shirt. Befitting a solider headed to pay his respects and make good on his promise.
We are a grateful family.