Ok folks, this is a BIG one…
(gathered from Army.Mil – WASHINGTON (Army News Service, April 17, 2013)
Beginning Aug. 1, 2013, every Soldier who elects to transfer their Post-9/11 GI Bill benefits to a family member will incur an additional four years in the Army, without regard to their time in service.
That news comes in a message to military personnel, dated April 15, 2013. The new rule largely affects senior officers and enlisted Soldiers who are retirement-eligible. As of now, these Soldiers may be able to transfer benefits to their loved ones with anywhere from zero to three years of additional service.
One common misconception about military pensions is that some sort of pension will continue to be paid military spouses who outlive the retiree. While there is a provision to provide for spouses and other eligible beneficiaries, it is not a part of the military pension package but a separate program with its own rules, paperwork, and costs.
SBP provides monthly income to the beneficiary. The income is inflation adjusted each year and it continues until the death of the beneficiary. The amount of benefit is selected when enrolling in SBP as part of the retirement process
Beware – if you’re gearing up for a PCS in the next few months, getting all those nagging details squared away with the transportation office could take longer than usual, DoD moving officials tell us.
If the commissary is already closed Mondays, which many are, it will instead remain closed on the next regularly scheduled open day, according to the agreement. For example, if the commissary is regularly closed Mondays but open the rest of the week, it will take each Tuesday as a furlough day.
When researching the perks and possibilities of being an Army wife, I came across A LOT of negative complaints, reviews, advice, etc., etc. Interestingly enough, my Army Hubz has been off to field training to go blow up stuff with his tank for about three weeks and I have had the time of my life!
Before he left, I brainstormed on things I could do to keep me occupied while I whittled away at the days and lonely nights. I thought I had barely enough to fill the time. Then I did something wonderful…I jumped into a friendship with another Army wife. She is what one would hope for when trying to navigate the drudgery of Army Wife life. She has taught me SO MUCH. And we have laughed our way through it all. She’s a “hoot”!
My advice to ANY Army Wife is to jump into it! The Military “is what it is”, but hook up with some other wives and life seems much more fulfilling and FUN! All of us wives are in the same “boat” and we don’t have to explain so much to each other – which is fantastic. We know when to listen and when to help and when to just bust out the Margaritas.
This three weeks of what would otherwise have been a lonely drudge through the calendar, have turned out to be quite the adventure. I dare say, perhaps even some of the best days of my Army Wife life.
“When threatened, slow lorises may also lick their brachial glands and bite their aggressors, delivering the toxin into the wounds. Slow lorises can be reluctant to release their bite, which is likely to maximize the transfer of toxins.”
With disproportionately huge and sharp canine teeth (very fang-like) and powerful jaw muscles their bites alone can be absolutely agonising. However, the pain is compounded by factors beyond the simple tissue trauma caused by the mechanical damage from the powerful jaws. The lorises are actually toxic! On the inside of their elbows, sebaceous tissue secretes a toxin (like sweat pores, which is rather fitting since the toxic mixture smells remarkably like sweaty socks). The lorises take it into their mouth and deliver it in the bite. It is not the upper and lower jaw vampire like canine teeth that deliver this toxin. It is the innocuously small teeth in the front of the lower jaw which slope forward and help conduct the saliva into the wound. One time I was working with the large lorises in the research collection and a visiting vet student from Belgium saw me putting on big thick gloves. She asked why I was doing that and I told her about the viciousness of the lorises. She looked at them and said that they couldn’t hurt anyone and besides, it wouldn’t be any fun to use gloves. I raised an eyebrow and said ‘be my guest’. Two hours later, with her hand still painfully throbbing merrily away despite the many ice packs on it, I asked her if she was having fun yet!
As adorable and interesting as this thing is….the answer is NO, Hubby!