Am I really a deuces wife?

Not so sure if I should be called a deuces wife for much longer. The movers are cominging the morning to pack up my house. I will be gone from Fort Campbell by Feb. 23rd. Our time here is coming to an end. I think in my heart I will always be a deuces wife, as this is where I got broken in (if you will) to life as a military spouse. I can tell you that sometimes it is a wondrous thing but most of the time it is a pain in my ass. I have learned from my stay here that you can meet some of the best friends of your life or you can be drawn into the drama that follows board women without their husbands. Life is what we make it, weather it be military or civilian. I see cheating and drinking on an almost daily basis here, and on the outside I saw meanness and drug use everywhere. Hell in my own family out of 4 sisters all but one is a drug addict. I have learned that you can never trust the military to give you a strait answer the first 10 times you ask. I have learned that people are the same everywhere you go. So with cynical eyes I look to life with our new post and will take the lessons I have learned to heart. Hopefully the future will bring more good friends and less drama but we shall see. Once I am at the new post I will be back on maybe a little more.