A story of love Part 2

20 years. That’s how long I’ll be married come May. I met my husband while stationed for the US Army in Ft Drum, NY.  I just turned 21 a month or so before meeting him. I had been at Ft Drum only a few months and he and I had gone out with some friends a few times. I was always the designated driver for him and his friends. The time came where I had a Military Intelligence ball to attend. The gentleman with whom I wanted attend, was attending with his male friends and I was not about to be the 5th wheel for anyone. I asked this guy, who later became the best man at our wedding, if he thought my later to be hubs would attend with me, in his best Boston accent, I was told, “oh gawd yeah. You gotta ask him”. So, I did. He went along to the ball with me. It was a nice time. He showed up with flowers for me. But truth be told, he showed up empty handed and someone else gave him the flowers to give me. I would have been fine without the flowers. I don’t like them. Nonetheless, we went and it was ok. After a few months, we were both deployed to Haiti. I remember being scared. I was never in a situation like that. Thankfully, he was going as well. He’d been to war three times. He was a pro and i knew he’d help me. When I arrived in Haiti, I looked for him and remember being so thankful to have found him there. Covered in dirt and dust, not having showered in about a week. But he looked great. That’s when I first knew I loved him.


About k1nd3r5t3w

Born and raised in Maine. US Army Veteran, living in Kansas! Love road trips and my son. Go PATRIOTS. Amateur writer who just writes from the heart. Runner.
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2 Responses to A story of love Part 2

  1. bchandak says:

    That kind of love is rare to find in today’s world! 🙂

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