As some of you know, I have been in the recruitment process for the Air Force for about two years now. The ambiguous waiting was long and difficult, the inconveniences and frustrations many. In fall of 2016, I was finally supposed to receive an answer as to whether or not I would be offered an officer’s commission. When the time came… the results of the boards were delayed six months due to the political climate.
I put it out of my mind and tried not to think about it until I was supposed to get an answer in April. In the last week of April I started getting majorly antsy. Then on the last business day of April, the promised result month…. I FINALLY got the call I had been waiting for: I had been accepted!
I didn’t cry on my wedding day, but I hung up the phone and cried that day! I had dreamed of being in the military since I was 12, and after a couple years of paperwork and delay… I was in.
Jacob left for COT, and the following week I experienced the delight that is MEPs. I passed everything, took the oath of enlistment while holding back tears, and was entered into the Delayed Entry Program.
What does this mean? Well, sometime in the next 335-ish days I will be called to go to training. Meanwhile, I am processing what all of this looks like in my life and planning what I can.
I cannot tell you the depth of joy I have in the being officially accepted. I am so honored and so privileged to be able to serve my country… and dang it if I don’t tear up every time I think about it. I’ve wanted this for a really long time, and I have that familiar excitement-with-a-dash-of-terror as I look to the future.
And I’m SO GLAD to be able to share the news with you guys!