It was back in the fifties, during the Korean conflict, my pilot husband was re-called back into the Airforce. He was assigned to Keesler Field in Biloxi, Mississippi.
He was an only child of elderly parents, in their forties when he was born. While we were at Biloxi, he received word that both were very ill and had strokes. At the time he had received orders to go to Korea, as an Air-Sea rescue pilot flying helicoptors. Because he was an only child of elderly sick parents, he was offered a hardship discharge by the military to return to Florida to take care of his parents.
At that time, I had good job as manager of a photography studio. We had recently bought a new house, and it my plans were to remain in Biloxi during his tour of a year in the Korean war. He absolutely loved flying planes, and wanted to remain in the military. He also loved his parents and felt an obligation to take care of them.
He and I talked it over. Aside from feeling my obligation to support him, I also felt an obligation to my country, in time of war, to support my military husband. Therefore I volunteered to give up a job I loved, and my new home I enjoyed, and move back to Florida with our children and take care of his sick parents so he could continue on military orders to spend a year in Korea.
We put our furniture in storage, and he drove the children and me back to Florida. I moved in with his parents and took care of them and the children, while he spent the next year in Korea as an air-sea rescue pilot, flying behind enemy lines to rescue wounded Americans.
Upon his return he was re-assigned to a base in Tennessee. I joined him there and he placed his parents in a nursing home. After a tour in Tennessee, he received orders to go to Japan, and the children and I joined him there after six months. We lived there four years, returning to the States in 1960. He was re-assigned to Stead AFB in Reno, Nevada. After a tour there, he was sent back to Smyrna, Tennessee, where he received orders for a year in the Viet Nam war.
I always felt a deep sense of patriotism towards my country and Freedom. I had met and married him while he was enlisted in the air-force during world-war two. Consequently he was a military pilot in three wars.
After a tour in Viet Nam, he was re-assigned to Wright Patterson AFB in Ohio, where he retired as a test pilot there. He had 20 plus years in the military.
During those years I believed it my duty to support him, and my duty to my country, and Freedom, to support whatever the military ordered.
In previous articles, I have described how events while living in Japan, led me to a pursuit of understanding Freedom, which I began studying while living in Japan. And by the time we moved to Dayton, after his return from Viet Nam, I had changed my views about the military, political government, and Freedom, and decided I wanted out of the military life.
During those years, I was classified as a military dependent, and my husband received a very small amount in his paycheck for me as his dependent. However I never received a cent from the military.
The final blow to my disenchantment came while we were in Dayton. I received orders from Air-Systems command office, telling me precisely what was expected of me in support of a military officer. Lo these years of supporting him, the government had never paid me anything. I announced to my husband, this was no less than indentured servitude, and violates my Constitutional Rights. Therefore I’m leaving the military life and moving back to my home town of Atlanta.
I suggested to him that it was his decision as to whether or not he chose to remain in the military. But my decision to leave life as a military dependent, inasmuch as they were giving me orders to follow and had never paid me one cent. He decided to retire from the military, and we moved back to the Atlanta area in the early sixties.
Continued in PART TWO
LET FREEDOM RING
JUST ME AC