It’s having him whispering his love to you,
It’s whispering back that you love him too.
To seal this promise of love.

Reluctantly, painfully, letting him go,
While you’re dying inside from wanting him so.
Watching him leave with eyes full of tears,
Standing alone with hopes, dreams, and fears.

It’s sending a letter with the stamp upside-down,
To a far away lover in a far away town.
It’s going to church to kneel and pray,
And really meaning every word you say.

So though you know he’s far away,
Just keep on loving him more each day.
Being in love will merit your dreams,
And thoughts of Heaven where love’s light gleams

Days go by and no mail for a spell,
You wait for some word to hear that he’s well.
A letter arrives and your heart fills with joy,
You’re like a child with a shiny new toy.

With fingers trembling, heart beating fast,
You read it again from first word to last.
He’s doing well and misses you so,
It’s filled with the love you wanted to know.

Weeks are now months, months seem like years,
You’re waiting for the day you’ll have no more fears.
Time passed slowly, but gone very fast,
You’re barely aware that it’s here till it’s past.

Yes, loving a Marine brings bitterness and tears,
Loneliness, sadness and despondent ears.
Loving a Marine isn’t much fun,
But it’s well worth the price when his time is done.

I am one of the few who are willing enough to endure all I go through for the
love of my SO.

Many miles come between on any given day and changes in plans are all to
common but yet we still find ways around them the best that we can.
We cry when they leave and smile so bright when they’re back in our arms if
even just for one night.
We wait days to weeks to months just for that one little very few moment call
just so we know that they are alright.

Many weeks to months and sometimes years go by without our loved ones here by
our sides due to deployments, their missions that protect our verious ways of
life.
We don’t ask for much just a few simple things.
We just ask to be reconized once in a while.
We pray each day that our loved ones get to come home, and for their safety
most of all.

Even after all of this one thing still reamins and that is the love of and
for our Militarys SO’s.

Our sorority knows no rank, for we earn our membership with a marriage license,
traveling over miles, or over nations to begin a new life with our military
husbands.

Within days, we turn a barren, echoing building into a home, and though our
quarters are inevitably white-walled and unpapered, we decorate with the
treasures of our travels, for we shop the markets of the globe. Using hammer
and nail, we tack our pictures to the wall, and our roots to the floor as
firmly as if we had lived there for a lifetime. We hold a family together by
the bootstraps, and raise the best of “brats,” instilling in them the motto,
“Home is togetherness,” whether motel, or guest house, apartment or duplex.

As military wives we soon realize that the only good in “Good-bye” is the
“Hello again.”

For as salesmen for freedom, our husbands are often on the road, at sea, or in
the sky, leaving us behind for a week, a month, an assignment. During
separations we guard the home front, existing until the homecoming. Unlike our
civilian counterparts, we measure time, not by years, but by tours — married
at Knox, a baby born at Portsmouth, a special anniversary at Yorktown, a
promotion in McDill.

We plant trees, and never see them grow tall, work on projects completed long
after our departure, and enhance our community for the betterment of those who
come after us. We leave a part of ourselves at every stop. Through experience,
we have learned to pack a suitcase, a car or hold baggage, and live
indefinitely from the contents within: and though our fingers are sore from the
patches we have sewn, and the silver we have shined, our hands are always ready
to help those around us.

Women of peace, we pray for a world in harmony, for the flag that leads our
men into battle, will also blanket them in death. Yet we are an optimistic
group, thinking of the good, and forgetting the bad, cherishing yesterday,
while anticipating tomorrow.

Never rich by monetary standards, our hearts are overflowing with a wealth of
experiences common only to those united by the special tradition of military
life.

We pass on this legacy to every military bride, welcoming her with outstretched
arms, with love and friendship, from one sister to another, sharing in the
bounty of our unique, fulfilling military way of life.