This is ten years ago to the month. @realkevinlacz
got on that plane to #Iraq
one more time. When he came home he got out & we got on with our lives. I never imagined a time, 10 years later, when strangers would post his face on social media or little children would choose him as their hero for a 4th grade book report. So when people ask me questions now about what it was like, what THEY were like, I always pause. It was just our life. So much of what’s out there is not what I lived. I remember how fidgety Kevin’s hair - his face even - in #AmericanSniper
made me. “This is wrong,” I told him. “You look too clean. You all look too clean.” I need to remember it the way I remember it.
I think people want to know, because they love suffering and survivors. They love the suffering of the men they ask about, and they love the stories of how they survived it.
But did I suffer?
The truth is, it was all so fucking romantic: A mattress on the floor of Jonny Kim’s spare room. A phone call in the middle of the night, the crunch of a scorpion under Kevin’s boot. Him driving home from Niland to spend just an hour with me then driving back. Too much whiskey in Ty Woods’ bar. Pouring beers from the tap at Island Pasta, listening for the roar of a ‘79 Silverado on Orange Avenue.
It was wiping other people’s blood off his knuckles, and his fingers brushing tears off my face. It was stiff buttons on the blouse of his uniform, difficult to undo. It was toasting his brothers on the wall at Danny’s, and it was him leaving work early to be back before I even woke up. Sunsets on his tailgate when we didn’t have money to do anything else. Driving him to the airport, counting hours until he returned.
It wasn’t a struggle. Not for us.
We were young, with plans, and ready to move. It ended when it ended, we moved on, and it’s just long long ago smiles now. #military #memories #thelastpunisher #deployment #navyseals #love