Basic Training began in October of that same year and I don’t remember it being terrible.We both wrote a lot of letters and he called me whenever he could.I was scared of the thought of him going to war, but even more scared that this new lifestyle would make us grow apart.But I decided to give it a shot and hope that we could make it through this, and we did!I started dating my boyfriend when I was 15 he was 17. I was supportive, but I didn’t really know what I was in for either.We fell in love quickly, after dating for about a year, and he was 18 he told me some army recruiters had stopped by during lunch at school and they said he had potential physically after completing a pt test with him. The day he left was hard but it still hadn’t hit me, but a few weeks later I became really depressed. Things became easier as I received many letters over the course of the 16 weeks of btc and ait, until we found out he would be stationed in Germany. I didn’t know what to do, how to feel, and I didn’t know what to say.I was able to attend his Basic Training graduation, which conveniently fell on Valentine’s Day weekend.I saw him again after his RIP graduation – this time he came to see me.
To make matters worse, when he arrived from that first deployment, I was not there to greet him.
He came home every 6 months for about 2 weeks at a time. I hated the army, I wanted him to quit, he wanted to quit, we fought a lot, but we never ever broke up (we wanted to get married but I had failed my senior year because I missed to much school, because I was extremely depressed) About 2 years into his career he got deployed, I was devastated, but I remained strong over the phone, I tried to be as supportive as possible. Soon after he injured his ankle during training, he broke his ankle, ultimately he got med boarded, and came home in 2007. In 2008 I started thinking about joining, he supported me, told me probably everything I need to know, answered all of my questions and I joined the army as a dental specialist September 2009. If I could give any advice it would be to remain strong in yourself, and remain strong for your soldier. He thought I was the coolest girl ever for knowing the words to a song few other girls would, and I simply thought he was amazing.
I could say that after that, the rest is history and we lived happily ever after from that moment on, but that would be lying. A few nights after he’d returned home from Basic Training, I had a dream that he’d come home where I ran up to him, surprised and ecstatic that he was back.
My husband enlisted in July of 2003, only months after we had invaded Iraq.
Needless to say, I was not thrilled with his decision.