Wow. I started this, then got sidetracked. Then decided I wanted to do a bit more with it than just write a brief narrative. Then got sidetracked some more. Now it's the end of the year, and this is the last of the 52 Weeks series I have not done.
I was married in July of 1987. July 3rd, to be specific. My fiance and I had been dating for about four and a half years at that point, and got engaged the previous winter, at Christmas time. In fact, we got her ring the same night I went and spoke to the Navy recruiters about the possibility of enlisting. I told them I was holding out for a particular job specialty, Photographer's Mate, that was relatively small and hard to get into. They said they'd let me know if anything came along, but they weren't optimistic.
Funny, but they called me back within a couple of months, and things worked fast, causing me to enlist and go to Boot Camp in February, well before we were ready to get married. We knew we were aiming at summer of 1987, moving it up to February wasn't going to happen. So I left for Boot Camp, and she continued to plan the wedding.
|Mom and Me, Boot Camp graduation||Apr 1987, Orlando, FL|
Needless to say, while I was taking care of this, my fiance was planning the wedding details. Communication during Boot Camp was very limited - a few phone calls and occasional mail. "A" School in Pensacola was better - I could phone home daily, if desired - but she was still left with the bulk of the work and planning.
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