In 1999 the Internet was a strange thing I didn’t understand. Computers had only recently started to be required to type and submit assignments in high school when I graduated that year.  Though chat rooms existed, I hadn’t discovered them.  My little brother, 2.5 years younger than me, had a computer in his room and used it to ‘chat’ with his friends.  I had no idea how he was doing that.  My cellphone was still about the size of a brick.  When I started college that fall, I went in the week before like everyone else to pick up my schedule.  No online login required! This was the same year DH went to Basic Training.  I lived in a city with no regular force base.  My family was not military.  What I knew about it could be summed up in the reminiscing of my mother in law as she looked back on the years before my father in law retired. Also: MASH.  Everything I knew about the army could be summed up by MASH. Unfortunately, Dh is not American, it’s not the 1950’s and life isn’t like TV. I couldn’t ‘Google‘ to learn more.  Google was a Beta version of something before I knew was a Beta version was. I actually took a couple books from the library but they were all from the 1970s. So when I walked into the tattoo shop the week after Dh enlisted, all I had was a picture I had traced from a movie cover.  I was going to get it tattooed on my….ahem…. backside.  It was to be a gesture in love.  I wanted Dh’s last name inside. The picture looked…