What bothered me the most about Camp Carol were the buildings’ bare walls. Every time I looked at those walls I felt empty, longing for my wife's cheesy wall art and I’d picture what hung throughout our house back in Maynard. Photos of red roses blooming. A baby laughing while holding some yellow flower in a field of others. A painting of our house that read Home is Where the Heart is below the red front steps. Live, Laugh, Love were the little wooden letters that Amy insisted I hang above the stove in our kitchen. That was the one I thought of the most: those Live, Laugh, Love block letters—the words glaring at me—judging me for not doing enough of that.
I had never been stationed that far away and at first I was excited. My new rank as Major was an honor, not to mention a promotion and South Korea, the idea at least, was a new place waiting to be discovered. When I was asked how I felt about being stationed there, I didn’t hesitate. I said yes before they officially asked me. It would only be for a year or two, which meant Amy and Tammy didn’t need to uproot and follow me. I’d be back soon enough. It was the one thing Amy and I vowed we would never do. Constantly move. Make Tammy, our eight year old, readjust every few years because of me. But all I could think about when I was there were those damn…show more content… Every time I looked at those walls I felt empty, longing for my wife's cheesy wall art and I’d picture what hung throughout our house back in Maynard. Photos of red roses blooming. A baby laughing while holding some yellow flower in a field of others. A painting of our house that read Home is Where the Heart is below the red front steps. Live, Laugh, Love were the little wooden letters that Amy insisted I hang above the stove in our kitchen. That was the one I thought of the most: those Live, Laugh, Love block letters—the words glaring at me—judging me for not doing enough of