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could get crazy. I might try and run them off the road, or even stop
and whup their ass.
I had to work at calming down.
Of course, having a reputation as a SEAL does have its advantages.
At my sister-in-law’s wedding, the preacher and I got to talking. At
some point, she—the preacher was a lady—noticed a bulge in my
jacket.
“You have a gun” she asked.
“Yes, I do,” I said, explaining that I was in the military.
She may or may not have known that I was a SEAL—I didn’t tell
her, but word tends to get around—but when she was ready to start the
ceremony and couldn’t get anyone in the crowd to be quiet and get into
place, she came over to me, patted me on the back, and said, “Can
you get everyone to sit down”
“Yes, I can,” I told her.
I barely had to raise my voice to get that little ceremony going.
Taya:
People talk about physical love and need when someone
comes home from a long absence: “I want to rip your clothes
off.” That sort of thing.
I felt that way in theory, but the reality was always a little
different.
I needed to get to know him again. It was strange. There’s
so much anticipation. You miss them so much when they deploy,
and you want them to be home, but then when they are,
things aren’t perfect. And you feel as if they should be.