Prior to our normal July UTA, I had a few AT days scheduled, so I could get them done for the fiscal year. It made for a long week, Monday through Sunday, that I was working, or the longest week I’ve had in a while. When Wednesday rolled around, I attended a meeting at the wing level that involved representatives from each squadron, including some supervisors from the Military Personnel Section (MPS; the folks who process the DACP program).
I was sitting there with a wingman, taking everything in and waiting for the meeting to start, when someone asked me, “so, did you get the letter?”
Um, come again?
Seems my selection letter had just come in the day or so before and they had it in their email. At first, I wasn’t sure if this was some sort of horrible joke, as I was told my school date was next month. I was familiar enough with the 2015 school dates and I knew that the next date was August 6th. A mere twenty-eight days away.
The deliverer of this news wasn’t expecting the reaction they got. “Flabbergasted” is a good way to describe my initial feelings towards this news. Am I excited? Yes. But it is a bittersweet, loaded bunch of emotions that come with it. Remember that I’ve been going through this process since the fall of 2012. To say it’s been dragging is an understatement. So, to sign the final papers on the 23rd of June and see a selection letter dated the 1st of July was beyond anything I ever expected. That meant I had twenty-eight days. Twenty-eight days to prepare my family for my departure, to get my daughter to sleep in the big girl bed, and to wean her. DH is only home temporarily, before some additional duty out of state. That means our family care plan is in full effect and DD is being watched by FIL. I have no doubt that she’ll be way taken care of, but I also want to get a support network together for him, as that’s a big nine-week undertaking for anyone. Never mind the fact that I’m sure my school administrators are thrilled to hear that I won’t be starting the school year with them. The thought of writing lesson plans right now prior to leaving seems daunting, and low on my priority list in comparison to my family, military, and personal obligations. That’s where I’m at, readers. I have twenty-two days remaining. So many things to share with you already, but I definitely feel like I hit the rewind button back to 2011 and I’m preparing to go to BMT all over again, except with a lot more luggage and money out of pocket prior to leaving. Forgive me if I can’t share right away, but you can expect lots of stories when I return! Eyes on the prize, the 10th of October, and those gold bars.