I’ve thought of dropping out many times.
Back in the sixties, we had friends in the military (the husband and mine flew together)who received sudden orders. He had to report and left her to haul a trailer transporting his motorcycle with their Mustang filled with two full grown Dobermans in backseat and small bubblegum chewing girl in passenger set.
They were going cross country from TX and somewhere in the south, the air conditioner went out. They rolled down the windows and baby girl kept sticking more bubble gum in her mouth; then she started taking it out, stretching and playing with it.
Somehow, the wind caught the stretched out gum and blew it into the back, where the Dobermans caught it and smeared it around liberally.
My friend said she seriously thought about pulling over, jumping out, and crossing cotton rows like a jackrabbit until she got far enough to change her name and never be heard from again.
Such is life as a military wife--and sometimes just a wife, period.
vaudine