The bomb...

I dropped the bomb on my supervisor yesterday. I told him that I need to get out. I explained the situation and whatI have been dealing with and how I can no longer continue doing what I have been doing, and--strangely enough--he has become somewhat hospitable...almost human. I guess the 79R thing is all an act. I guess they learn all about how to treat career soldiers like dirt at the station commander's course. I guess at this point, I really don't care any more. Now the real fun begins, the job hunt. I guess it's a good thing that I have a a fairly marketable skill. I am both excited and apprehensive about my impending civilianhood. I know that this will be tough for a while, but I also know that this is what is needed for me and my family. I don't want my family to suffer any more, particularly my wife. I don't want her antidepressant prescription to escalate any further. I don't want my son to cry because daddy has to go to work anymore; I want him to be proud of me again. Last night he told me it would be OK if daddy was not a soldier anymore, as long as daddy has more time to spend with him. He also told me that he wants to be a soldier like his daddy when he grows up. I don't know if you believe in God or not, but I do because I see the reflection of an awesome creator in the face of my beautiful little son. I will keep you posted on my job hunt progress.