I am a Marine girlfriend. I hold no formal recognition with the powers that be. I am at the bottom of the chain. I hold no Military ID card; I am not dependent or a parent. The man I love may face unspeakable dangers, and I am at the mercy of this fact. I understand it and I accept it. No matter how long he is away, I have promised to be here for him upon his return. People may say I am insane for making such a commitment with no guarantees, but I hold on to our promises and have faith that he will come home safe to me. I know full well that my love for him fuels him in the worst of times. There is no ring on my finger to symbolize our commitment, though I love him no less for it. I hope every day that he will be able to call, because a simple 30 second phone call can bring the greatest spectrum of emotions, causing tears mixed with joy and pain to fall down a smiling cheek. My relationship is based on brief communications where “I love you” and “I’m okay” speak volumes and give me the strength to keep going. I take no moment with him for granted. I hold on to every touch, caress, kiss–every word. I have memorized the feel of his skin, his smell, the sound of his voice, and I play it over and over in my mind so that I will not forget. I cry myself to sleep some nights because missing him hurts so much. But I wake up the next morning, brush myself off, and start a new day thinking of him.
I am a Marine girlfriend. What are you?