The end of an era. Well, our personal era.

After more than a decade on jump status, my husband is terminating. I'll no longer be married to a sexy paratrooper. Who am I kidding, he'll always be a paratroooper, he just won't jump out of airplanes anymore. I swear, the Airborne's like a cult sometimes. I swear I didn't arange any kind of intervention for him, he decided to do this all on his own.

We're sick of the Airborne loop - Bragg, Korea, Bragg, Europe. Lather, rinse, repeat. Plus, they've gotten enough out of him already. He's had a broken ankle, a broken shin, a stress fracture in his hip, a concussion and permanent damage to one of his knees. And that's only in the six years we've been married. I'm not even sure what all happened to him before then. With this latest injury, plus the way Department of the Army's dicking us around on his orders, it's time to be done. This might or might not get the orders to Arizona fixed but it should get us out of going back to Bragg. Thank god.

Of course, watch us end up at Ft. Polk. That'd be karma for me.