Hello all,

Sorry, I am SO busy at the moment, so it’s taken a while to write this, and it will have to be quick.

March out. Gee, those of you who have been through it know, it is fast and intense. Future wags, this is what my experience was like; I was SO proud! like I literally thought I was going to pass out with how proud I was. I wanted to scream “that’s my husband!” (but I didn’t).

So you will be sitting there, bursting with pride, and itching to get your hands on your man! Then you go to the luncheon, which is lovely, except that it’s a bit awkward. I’ve spoken before about the ‘re-acquaintence’ phase, and in this case you have to do it in front of superior officers, friends, family, and strangers. It kind of doesn’t feel real, you’re like, ‘woah, he’s actually in front of me! he’s holding my hand…weird (but awesome!)’.

Then you go in to town, and depending on lots of different factors, the boys either ride with you, or meet you in Wagga, regardless, there is more waiting for them. All you want to do is scream, ‘HURRY UP, TIME IS TICKING’. When they finally arrive, it’s off to Wagga, and then it gets weirder, because what’s there really to do in Wagga? Being thrust back together is awkward, there is no way around this (or if this is just me, let me know). So suddenly you’re going ‘um, hi!?’ (I think I said this just about every 5 minutes).

After dinner and celebratory drinks (which were so much fun; it’s great to meet all of their friends), it’s back to the hotel (if you are lucky enough to get overnight leave). Now, I’m going to keep it PG because my grandmother reads (hi nana!), but I set out to be honest with this blog, so I’m going to be…

Intimacy is weird after so long, he almost feels like a stranger, and there is all this pressure because you have been apart for x amount of time. We’ll talk more about this later, but I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels like this (or am I?).

Anyway. Getting to sleep next to them is also awesomely weird! I think I probably kicked him a lot! hehe but then suddenly it’s morning, and the countdown begins to when you have to be separated. That ticking clock is the biggest buzz kill! It’s there ruining your last few hours by creating that sick feeling in your stomach, and the burning feeling in your eyes. The time moves way too fast, where as just yesterday, while you were waiting for the parade to start, the boys to come into the luncheon hall, and the boys to meet you in Wagga, it went way too slow.

20 hours. That’s how much time I had with SB. The thing about the Army though, that I’m learning, lesson 20, is that the amount of time doesn’t matter. If you get 20 minutes, 20 hours, 20 days, 20 months, 20 years, they are amazing, because every second with our soldiers is precious.

As always, I’d love to hear your own experiences, how was your man’s march out?