Why I Suck As A Person : Part 2
Basic training was anything but basic. I knew what they were trying to accomplish, they wanted to break me completely down so they could build me back up as a soldier. Ok, I bought in. My only contact with the outside world was through mail. Which sucked when compared to email or talking on the phone, which you get the instant gratification. For the most part, I was totally alone.
I wrote Ashley everyday. It was therapy from the hardships of training. That paper and pen was all I had. And when I would receive mail from Ashley, it was the breath of fresh air that kept me going.
Through these letters our relationship developed. Starting as best friends, then wanting more and on to defining a relationship. We started writing each other as if we were in a newly committed relationship. Each letter intensified and fueled the next. We were in love.
I found out that we were going to be given the opportunity to go home for Christmas. We were given two weeks leave to spend with our families. I still think they offered the leave time because they knew they were going to send us away to war shortly after.
I knew what I wanted. I knew what was best. I needed Ashley … not just for the moment but forever. Through a hand written letter I asked Ashley to become my wife. She accepted and planned a wedding in three weeks. Her dad did call me, though. Just to make sure I was serious.
Yeah, her dad did call me! We were all in company formation when I heard, “PRIVATE SAGER, FRONT AND CENTER!” I thought I was in trouble for some reason but I didn’t know why. In the five seconds that it took me to run to the Drill Sergeant, my whole day flashed before me. What did I do wrong? When I got there the Drill Sergeant asked me if I knocked up some girl back at home. He said her father is pissed and that I was in trouble. He then instructed me to sit in a chair and wait for the father to call back. I had no clue it was going to be Ashley’s dad.
The phone rang; it was Ashley’s dad. He asked me if I was serious about marrying his daughter, I answered, “Yes Sir.” Actually, that is about all I said. I said “Yes Sir” about ten to twelve times answering Ashley’s father’s questions. I was very uncomfortable. Not because I was talking to Ashley’s father, but because I had four Drill Sergeants surrounding me with their faces about six inches away from mine.
The phone call only lasted about a minute. I must of sounded pretty weird on the other side of the phone, with fear and excitement all at the same time. I ran back to my platoon and stood in formation with everyone else. I stood there with a little smile on my face. Everyone saw me smiling. Everyone knew I just received a phone call (which never happened). My “Battle Buddy” quietly asked me what happened. I said with excitement and disbelief, “I’m getting married!”
Three weeks seemed like three years …
We weren’t leaving for the airport until two in the morning, but everyone in my platoon stayed up anxiously to go back to our homes for two weeks. Everybody was on edge because we were so excited. There were many fights that night. It wasn’t normal for us to be given the opportunity to go home in the middle of training. I was going home to get married!
The army had us wear our dress greens home. They must have wanted us to look our best. I just thought it was uncomfortable. I did believe that I would be treated differently because of the uniform I was wearing, that didn’t happen. I did get searched at the airport. That was weird. When I got home I had plans to actually propose officially that night when we went out. I will never forget, we went to Black Angus and ate an amazing steak. But because of jet lag and not sleeping much for a couple days, I fell asleep and Ashley let herself out. I woke up in the morning and realized what happened. I was such an idiot. So that night at our wedding rehearsal when we were rehearsing exchanging our rings, I got down on my knee and asked her to marry me. Thus, giving her the engagement ring. Talk about waiting until the last minute!
Our wedding was awesome. Ashley planned it in only a couple weeks and it turned out so amazing. It was done, we were married. She was now my wife. Our new life together was just beginning. We were so happy. Then I had to leave once again. Two weeks went by way too fast.
Training was hard before, but now it was almost unbearable! Thousands of miles away from my new wife! It was horrible!!!!
To be continued …
I wrote Ashley everyday. It was therapy from the hardships of training. That paper and pen was all I had. And when I would receive mail from Ashley, it was the breath of fresh air that kept me going.
Through these letters our relationship developed. Starting as best friends, then wanting more and on to defining a relationship. We started writing each other as if we were in a newly committed relationship. Each letter intensified and fueled the next. We were in love.
I found out that we were going to be given the opportunity to go home for Christmas. We were given two weeks leave to spend with our families. I still think they offered the leave time because they knew they were going to send us away to war shortly after.
I knew what I wanted. I knew what was best. I needed Ashley … not just for the moment but forever. Through a hand written letter I asked Ashley to become my wife. She accepted and planned a wedding in three weeks. Her dad did call me, though. Just to make sure I was serious.
Yeah, her dad did call me! We were all in company formation when I heard, “PRIVATE SAGER, FRONT AND CENTER!” I thought I was in trouble for some reason but I didn’t know why. In the five seconds that it took me to run to the Drill Sergeant, my whole day flashed before me. What did I do wrong? When I got there the Drill Sergeant asked me if I knocked up some girl back at home. He said her father is pissed and that I was in trouble. He then instructed me to sit in a chair and wait for the father to call back. I had no clue it was going to be Ashley’s dad.
The phone rang; it was Ashley’s dad. He asked me if I was serious about marrying his daughter, I answered, “Yes Sir.” Actually, that is about all I said. I said “Yes Sir” about ten to twelve times answering Ashley’s father’s questions. I was very uncomfortable. Not because I was talking to Ashley’s father, but because I had four Drill Sergeants surrounding me with their faces about six inches away from mine.
The phone call only lasted about a minute. I must of sounded pretty weird on the other side of the phone, with fear and excitement all at the same time. I ran back to my platoon and stood in formation with everyone else. I stood there with a little smile on my face. Everyone saw me smiling. Everyone knew I just received a phone call (which never happened). My “Battle Buddy” quietly asked me what happened. I said with excitement and disbelief, “I’m getting married!”
Three weeks seemed like three years …
We weren’t leaving for the airport until two in the morning, but everyone in my platoon stayed up anxiously to go back to our homes for two weeks. Everybody was on edge because we were so excited. There were many fights that night. It wasn’t normal for us to be given the opportunity to go home in the middle of training. I was going home to get married!
The army had us wear our dress greens home. They must have wanted us to look our best. I just thought it was uncomfortable. I did believe that I would be treated differently because of the uniform I was wearing, that didn’t happen. I did get searched at the airport. That was weird. When I got home I had plans to actually propose officially that night when we went out. I will never forget, we went to Black Angus and ate an amazing steak. But because of jet lag and not sleeping much for a couple days, I fell asleep and Ashley let herself out. I woke up in the morning and realized what happened. I was such an idiot. So that night at our wedding rehearsal when we were rehearsing exchanging our rings, I got down on my knee and asked her to marry me. Thus, giving her the engagement ring. Talk about waiting until the last minute!
Our wedding was awesome. Ashley planned it in only a couple weeks and it turned out so amazing. It was done, we were married. She was now my wife. Our new life together was just beginning. We were so happy. Then I had to leave once again. Two weeks went by way too fast.
Training was hard before, but now it was almost unbearable! Thousands of miles away from my new wife! It was horrible!!!!
To be continued …
posted by Joshua Sager at
11:28 PM
5 Comments:
All right, falling asleep when you were supposed to be proposing was a little stupid but no reason to call you a bad person.
Yep. You really, really suck. No, really.
;)
You suck for keeping us waiting so long for part 3.
Ah, Dorse, you know how Josh is, drawing everything out for as long as possible. ;)
Hell, we readers have waited for, what, eight months or more for Josh to get to step nine of his church detox; and--almost a year later--he's still got three steps to go. (I kid. A little.)
No, you guys are on point...Josh does suck and he is slow.
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