There is a certain amount of pride that you experience when the person you love tells you they are joining the army. It is mixed with worry, but it’s still there. There’s also a little bit of a sense that it’s “just a phase”, and that it was just a passing comment. But you are proud.
There is a certain amount of pride that you experience when the person you love passes army selection, and tells you they have a start date for training. It is again, mixed with a little bit of worry, but pride it is. The sense of it being a phase is gone, and reality hits that he was telling the truth – he really is going to join the army. Wow. And the pride grows just a little more.
There is a certain amount of pride that you experience when the person you love, texts you one weekend after visiting a war memorial in Belgium, gushing over the things they have seen and experienced. Talking about their first public appearance in uniform. That certainly is, a moment of pride.
But no moment could of prepared me for the overwhelming sense of pride I felt for my beloved boyfriend on 8th July this year, when I witnessed him in his passing out parade; boots as shiny as a mirror, uniform in perfect condition. A band playing, myself and his family and friends cheering, as he marched around the parade square.
I think it was one of the most amazing moments I have ever experienced – infact, I know it was. I have never felt so overwhelmingly proud as I did that day!
Congratulations to my wonderful solider!