I AM A DRILL SERGEANTS WIFE
I WILL ASSIST MY DRILL SERGEANT IN HIS EFFORTS TO BECOME A HIGHLY MOTIVATED, WELL DISCIPLINED, PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY FIT DRILL SERGEANT, CAPABLE OF TRAINING ANY CIVILIAN TO BECOME A SOLDIER OF TODAYLS MODERN BATTLEFIELD.

I WILL INSTILL PRIDE IN MY FAMILY, PRIDE IN SELF, IN THE ARMY, AND IN MY COUNTRY.

I WILL ASSIST MY DRILL SERGEANT TO MEET AND MAINTAIN THE ARMY;S STANDARDS OF MILITARY BEARING AND COURTESY, CONSISTENT WITH THE HIGHEST TRADITIONS OF THE U.S. ARMY.

I WILL HELP LEAD MT FAMILY BY EXAMPLE, ALWAYS SUPPORTING MY DRILL SERGEANT, WITH THE UNDERSTANDING THAT I MAY HAVE TO EXECUTE TASKS IN HIS ABSENCE.

BUT FIRST, LAST AND ALWAYS I AM AN ARMY SPOUSE, PREPARED TO DEPEND THE UNITED STATES BY SUPPORTING MY SOLDIER WHETHER HE IS TRAINING SOLDIERS IN THE UNITED STATES OR DEPLOYED AND FIGHITNG AGAINST OUR ENEMIES.

I AM A DILL SERGEANTS WIFE!

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RITENOUR, Mrs. Betty Joyce age 69 a resident of Elmore, AL passed away peacefully on Thursday May 6, 2010 at a local hospital. Funeral services for Mrs. Ritenour will be held on Monday May 10,2010 at 2 p.m. from the chapel of Brookside Funeral Home with Keith Bennett officiating. The interment will follow at Brookside Memorial Gardens. Mrs. Ritenour was preceded in death by her husband Donald Ritenour. She is survived by her daughters Sherree L. Beavers (Faye Medlock) of Prattville, AL, Roberta K. Bennett (Keith) of Gerrardstown, WV, Sherry J. Wilson of Elmore, AL, Barbara A. Epstein (Bill Oates) of Eclectic, AL, Teresa Wilson of Prattville, AL, sons Randall Wilson of Elmore, AL, Carl L. Wilson of Clanton, AL, Donnie Ritenour Jr. of Elmore, AL, Danny Wilson of Elmore, AL, Chris Wilson of Elmore, AL, brother Charles Jones (Lavelle) of Montgomery, AL, like a sister Nadine Calloway of Wetumpka, AL, 13 grandchildren and 19 great grandchildren. Pallbearers will be Bill Oates, Chris Wilson, Danny Wilson, Heath Rawlinson, Ronald Jones and Tommy Newell. The family will recieve friends on Monday May 10,2010 from 1-2 p.m. at the funeral home. 

The Military wife

When the good Lord was creating military spouses, He was into His sixth day of overtime.

An Angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble on this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"

The Lord replied, "Have you ever seen the regulations? It has to be completely independent, but must be sponsored to get on base, have the qualities of both mother and father during deployments; Be a perfect hostess to four or 40 at a moments notice, handle emergencies without military orders, cope with the flu and move around the world, have a kiss that cures anything from a child's torn valentine to a soldier's weary day, have the patience of a saint when waiting for the unit to return stateside, and have six pairs of soft hands."

The Angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pair of hands? No way!"

And the Lord answered, "Don't worry. We'll make other military spouses to help. Besides, it's not the hands that are causing the problem - it's the heart. It must swell with pride, sustain the ache of separation, beat soundly when it's too tired to do so, be large enough to say 'I understand' when it doesn't, and say 'I love you,' regardless."

"Lord," said the Angel, touching his sleeve gently, "go to bed. You can finish that tomorrow."

"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm too close to creating something unique. Already I have one who can heal itself when sick, feed unexpected guests who are stuck far away from home during the holidays, and wave goodbye to its spouse from a pier or runway and understand it's important to the country that the spouse leave."

The Angel circled the model of the military spouse very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.

"But tough," the Lord said excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this being can do or endure!"

"Can it think?" the Angel asked.

"Can it think? It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m.!" the Lord said.

Finally, the Angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."

"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."

"What's it for?" asked the Angel.

"It's for joy, sadness, pain, loneliness and pride," the Lord said.

"You're a genius," said the Angel.

The Lord looked somber and said, "I didn't put it there."

~Author Unknown

Well Yesterday after going to the doctor and some running around
I come home and check facebook.. I was hoping that it would be
a good day..  But It wasnt.. My grandmother passed away
 yesterday after noon after being in a coma.. She is where
she wants to be with my grandfather right now. but Its a tough road
for everyone.. My grandfather passed away in March now my grandmother..