For me, learning about World War II was all superficial knowledge until my history teacher played us “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” by Judy Garland.
In hindsight, we know that the war would end the next year, but Christmas of 1944 was something different to Americans of the time. For a moment, stop what you are doing. Go find Judy Garland’s rendition of the song, and sit and listen. (Seriously, go now.)
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by Judy Garland
Have yourself a merry little Christmas(Article Continues Below Advertisement)
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
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Next year all our troubles will be miles away
Once again as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Will be near to us once more
Someday soon we all will be together
If the fates allow
Until then we’ll have to muddle through somehow
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now
The song is an incredibly sad song. The world was still at war and these words pierced the country with hope and melancholy at the same time. As I sat in the classroom, Judy Garland’s voice filled the room with a heaviness I wouldn’t feel or understand again until I was waiting back at home for my soldier while he was deployed to Afghanistan.
Cool story, bro. So, what?
Before I raised my right hand and swore an oath of enlistment in the Navy, I was an Army wife.
My husband served in the 173rd Airborne Brigade Combat Team and deployed in operations Enduring Freedom VIII in 2007, and OEF X in 2009. As an infantryman, when he wasn’t in Afghanistan, he was in some forest in northern Italy, or on some weapons range in Germany.
This is where I learned to wait. This is where we, as a couple, learned what resilience looked and felt like. The pains of deployment and redeployment bruised us, made us stronger, and pushed us toward each other.
“Resilience” was the big buzz word for the Army then. There were resilience training events, resilience retreats, resilience briefings — we were hearing a lot about resilience.
Everything told us to hang in there and things would get better.
At Christmastime, I reminded myself every time I heard the words to that song, “Next year all our troubles will be out of sight … next year all our troubles will be miles away … someday soon we’ll all will be together, if the fates allow.” These words gave me hope while they acknowledged and comforted my sadness.
Christmas in the Battlefield
When you’re deployed, you wonder if people think of you. You hope they do, and you fear they don’t.
When I hear my husband recall his Christmases in Afghanistan, there’s a bittersweetness about it. Just like the words of Judy Garland, I hear hope and melancholy. I am grateful for a brotherhood that kept him safe and gave him a reason to push through “the suck.” I am saddened by how lonely he felt, how forgotten he felt, and how he longed to be remembered.
Sitting on the border of Afghanistan and Pakistan, surrounded by mountains, this band of brothers looked to each other for family. They fought and lived for each other, making sure each of them could get back home.
Judy sings, “Until then we’ll have to muddle through somehow.”
They muddled through by playing video games to wind down after tower guard and feasting on the only meat they could get shipped in: Salisbury steak sandwiches made with blueberry bagels.
Christmas Here at Home
As we get closer to Christmas, I remind myself there are still service members deployed overseas — away from their families, working 18-hour shifts on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, but they do this for you.
They do this for you and your family, for your holiday meals and shopping deals, they do this for America.
They do this for each other and those that have come before them.
This year, remember them, because they hope that you do, and fear that you don’t.
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