In The Navy


My niece recently joined the Navy – approximately six months ago. In her late 20’s, with no real direction in life, she enlisted. My father and his brothers all served in the Navy during WWII and the Korean conflict. I don’t know if that is why she chose the Navy, but I suspect it could have influenced her decision. Either way, I am very proud of her.

During the short time she has served, my niece has found a place and a purpose. Because she is a little older than most recruits, it took her a while to find friends. To her surprise, she appreciated the structure the Navy life provided. To quote her, she said, “It makes me feel safe.”

She has been in Spain for several months. My understanding was that her ship, a Destroyer, would return to the U.S. in May. But…

Yesterday my sister called.

Because of the recent U.S. military action taken against an Iranian general, my niece’s ship is being deployed to the Middle East.

She called my sister, and said, “Mommy, I am afraid.”

I’m sure she is not alone.

Navy Destroyer Cropped

P.S. I am not interested in discussing the politics of this situation, so please do not rant in the comments about the President, our military, or our government – for or against. I care about my niece and the young men and women who serve our country. If you are a person who prays, my sister and my niece would greatly appreciate that.

Original Photo Credit: U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Justin Wolpert   U.S. Navy Public Domain

(I cropped the original photo. Click on link to see original.)

If you are curious as to my category selections, I chose “Living on the Circumference” because I have no personal experience with the military. While my niece is in the thick of it, I am on the outside, looking in – so to speak. I chose “In the Center” because that is where my niece is – right in the middle of what is happening.

8 Comments Add yours

  1. I feel the same way. I remember a student years ago who joined the Marines because he needed a life direction and an education. They were sent into action somewhere in Africa and he said to me later, when it was all over, “I was so frightened. I never expected…”

    Again when the attacks on the Twin Towers happened and about 25% of my students at the time were in the military I just thought, “There they go, God knows.” And sure enough, a few months later they were all deployed. All good thoughts to your niece and everyone else who might find themselves in harms way. ❤

    1. Robin says:

      Military conflict is always a possibility and the risk involved. Thank you for your good thoughts! I will pass them on. ❤

  2. Reblogged this on I'm a Writer, Yes, I Am! and commented:
    Something to think about and a way to think about it. ❤

    1. Robin says:

      Thank you, Martha! ❤

  3. If she likes the Navy, she might consider the Navy Reserve after her tour is up. I was in the Air National Guard for 6 years and have no regrets.

    I wouldn’t worry. It is impossible to avoid risk in a fulfilling life. She is as safe on a warship at sea as she would be if she were commuting to work in LA traffic.

    1. Robin says:

      Thank you, Fred, for those encouraging words! And thank you for your service.

      My neighbor, who is 45, just joined the Naval Reserve. She had to make a special application because of her age. She said it was something she had always wanted to do and she didn’t want to have any regrets. She is happy she was accepted.

  4. katiegirl06460 says:

    Prayers to your Niece and her fellow units. Thank you to your niece for her service.

    1. Robin says:

      Thank you so much! I’ll pass your message along. 🙂

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