There are times as a Military Mom where dealing with organizations outside of the Military, but for the benefit of your service child, are necessary. The fear of giving my child's personal information, hits closer to home than any mother would like. It puts a new light on the phrase ~ "loose lips sink ships". Throughout the Military career of my son, I was told and taught the cause and effect of giving out too much information. It is drilled into your very skull. I know the dangers our military men and women are faced with daily; it's seen on news channels, it can be read in the newspapers, and even watch as it is streamed across internet feeds. Still, it does not make it any easier to spell out his first and last name. Recite the digits of his social security number. Even replaying his birth in my mind, as I speak his birth date.
A few weeks ago I contacted The American Red Cross, word needed to be delivered to my military son. A message, that I felt, shouldn't be read in an email from either family or friends, and not seen on a social networking site. Death of a family member {any member}should be heard the proper way, we all deserve that right, no matter where you are. My son was not in a position to receive such a phone call, so contact with the one organization whom could ensure such a delivery, The American Red Cross, was made. This was the scariest phone call any military parent could make. I knew my son was alright, there was no need to fear anything as far as that goes, but handing over such personal information ... to a stranger on the other end of a phone ... quite frankly, scared the crap out of me.
With each question asked, my mind raced in a thousand different directions..
Full names of Service Member?
What branch?
Birthday of Service member?
The questions continued, and I found myself beginning to relax. The voice on the other end wasn't stiff and cold as I had envisioned rather, she could have been a close friend of mine. She made me feel at ease, comfortable, and made it a point to state "the information you are giving today will not be shared with anyone outside this office". Something in her voice told me she was speaking the truth. I could trust, and count on her, and the organization, to get the necessary information to my son. No matter where he was.
Days, weeks, and it could have even been years that passed by, when my phone rang .... Alright, so it wasn't days, or even weeks for that matter. OK!!! Not even years went by, but when waiting for a phone to ring, it sure does seem that long. The next day, my son called me; he had just gotten word from The American Red Cross via his CO. Plans were in the making for him to come home. Throughout the whole process, The American Red Cross phoned me, making sure I had heard from my son, asking if there was anything else they could do for me, they even said when my son arrived stateside and was unable to fly all the way home, that The American Red Cross would help with that as well. Every step of the planning, the men and women of The American Red Cross were right there with me. Checking to see if they could assist any further, to see if my sons flight plans were made, making sure my sons travels brought him right to our home airport. It was the best feeling ever in the world, knowing they were there making sure he made it home safely.