This has definitely been a tough weekend and week. I was minding my own business Saturday, just hanging out with my roommate when my boyfriend comes over. He recently signed with the Marines and was told he was leaving April 26th for boot camp. He comes over to tell me that he is leaving Monday (yesterday). At first, I really thought he was kidding; that it was all just a joke. But he wasn’t laughing.
Monday morning we dropped him off at the recruiting office here in Joplin, they drove to Kansas City last night and were flying out to San Diego, California Tuesday. I don’t know how many of you know about boot camp for the Marines, but it consists of 13 weeks out there, with little to no contact, except for letters. Then when they graduate, they are given 10 days leave (only 10 because he is in the Reserves) and then it’s off to like 2 more months of training.
I don’t want to give the impression that I’m not proud, because you have no idea how proud I am of him. This is something he has dreamed of doing since he was a little boy. And now his dream is finally coming true. I just hate hate hate how we went from making plans for what to do this week, to not seeing or hearing from him for 13 weeks. It’s really upsetting for me, and aggravating because we had made so many plans for the next 3 months that are now on hold. I could never do what those guys (San Diego is for only guys) are doing out there. He just told me some of what they would be doing, and I honestly couldn’t imagine doing that. I’m not sure if that’s just because I’m a pansy or what. J The hours and training there is absolutely crazy and extremely intense. I never really knew what it took to be able to call someone a United States Marine. They, along with the other branches, really are special people.
Until dating my boyfriend, I never would’ve known that and I’m kind of glad that I have, just because it gives me an even greater respect for the military that what I had for them before. I really think that the military is taken for granted in so many instances. There are men and women dying everyday for us and we don’t even recognize it. I wish we gave them more recognition and thanks for everything they are doing. We can be selfish by not letting them know that we are thinking of them. Children seem to be more appreciative of these men and women than anyone else. I would love to see more efforts to help these people while they are in other countries. Efforts to help them and their loved ones back home. Because, even though my boyfriend is just at boot camp, it’s extremely difficult. And support is the one thing that really helps them get through the dangers and tough times.