As a military wife, I visit the Commissary a couple of times a week as I am already on base doing other things four days out of five. I had not lived close enough to frequent this mainstay of military life for 20+ years, so during the first full month that we were here, I needed an item or two on the first day of the month, and I went in the door and what I saw led me to leave fairly quickly out the other door. There were people everywhere and no carts in sight! No one had told me to not go to the commissary on the 1st! I now know that retirees or some military families who live some miles away and very organized military wives shop one time per month. It is easy to identify them as they have two or three carts in tow. Of course, it goes without saying that many families shop on payday which would account for some of the "hundreds" in the commissary that day. Unfortunately, in addition to it being the first of the month, that day also was the day before the government shut down. So, I picked the wrong day to go inside on many counts!
I digress. The reason for my post today has more to do with something wonderful that I have observed. It never ceases to amaze me how many husbands are there with their small children and/or with the entire family going up and down the aisles actively involved in the shopping experience and, at the end, helping to put the groceries into the SUV or trunk of the family car! This is refreshing compared to what I have viewed in the past at the local Kroger or Walmart! This practice appears to cut across lines of age and rank. I salute the military husbands and dads that I see being team players on the job and in the family!