This past weekend I had the honor of being in my husband's cousin's wedding. Her and I are wonderful friends and have been since my husband and I first started to date. A fellow Marine of my husbands was lucky enough to be the groom (I say it like I picked him out of a crowd) and so other Marines were invited to the wedding. It was such a great time, however this story is not about the wedding, but instead, about the Marines.
My husband and I met in college about a year after he had returned from his deployment overseas with the Marine Corps. He still had a couple of years left in his contract, so I had the pleasure of getting to become friends with some of his comrades. Let's just say they are all unique. I could go on and on with hilarious stories, but this posting is to tell you about the love of a Marine, and no, not towards me or the bride, but for each other. And not the Don't Ask, Don't Tell type of love either.
At the wedding, two full rows of pews were filled with Marines in their dress blues, looking as sharp as ever and the groom stood tall in his at the alter marrying the woman of his dreams. Directly after the ceremony, I watched all of the Marines walk outside and stand in formation waiting to do a ceremonial sword detail when the bride and groom walked out. It gave me the chills.
These Marines range anywhere in age from 21 to no older than 30 I would guess, who have been through a war and have seen all kinds of things that some don't even speak of. But what brought them together on Saturday's wedding was love.
There are all kinds of male groups that you could argue have great times together, whether it be the frat guys, sports guys or what have you, but I guarantee you have never met a more brotherly group of guys until you have met a group of Marines. They care for each other, through thick and thin, even though they may not have seen each other for weeks, months or some even years. At the reception, they all acted like it was just yesterday they were all together going through probably the hardest times of their lives.
I know my husband will make fun of me for this post, but he and his Marines have formed a bond that I am sometimes jealous about. I haven't been through what they have with any of my girlfriends and they will tell you nothing will come close to it either. Seeing them all together this weekend really brought the feeling of thankfulness that they are still with us, for their service and for their love. Because if a Marine didn't love, we would not be where we are today.
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