The sun peaks through the cool crisp clouds as the wind blows softly on this wonderful October day. Finally, the excruciating-heart wrenching 6 weeks are over. No more feeling lonely not able to talk to the one I love, not able to hear his sweetly soothing voice. The few letters I received from him where like a glass of cool lemonade on a hot summer's day when you can feel the essence of it soothing you with every sip. The uncertainty of how he was doing or what he was doing would eat away at my stomach with every thought of wonder. I would imagine that he was right there when I wrote to him every night, reading everything I was writing which comforted me until I fell soundly asleep. As the days crept by slowly, so slowly, I would imagine seeing him as a United States Airman, not a recruit, all dressed up in his uniform.
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OHAKEA, New Zealand -- A United States Air Force t...
Heart Skips a BeatFinally, I can stop waiting and waiting, for today I will see my love and my heart will have relief.
Just getting out of bed I realize that in only a few hours I will be looking at a true Airman, one who made it through boot camp alive, one who will walk anywhere with confidence knowing that he has accomplished something great. I hurriedly walk around the house with a slight skip in my step as I'm trying to get everything ready to go. My heart beats faster and faster with every tick of the clock as I continually check the time. I can hear in the background the tick-tock and it haunts me for it tells me that time is moving slowly. My mom is watching me carefully wondering how I'm going to actually act once I see Ben. She tells...