Every second girl in our society dreams of marrying a soldier. These men are the heroes of nations, the pride of their families, the crowns of their beloved mothers, and the quiet dream of so many hopeful hearts. I, too, had that dream—to one day marry a soldier, a protector, a man with courage etched into his very soul. And, by some stroke of fortune, that dream came true.
When I met him, he was everything I’d imagined—tall, strong, dark, and handsome, with eyes that held the weight of battles won and lost. But beneath the rugged exterior, he was gentle and warm, with a smile that could melt away any worry. Our love felt like the kind you only read about, each day together a little treasure that time could never take away.
We spent just one month together after our wedding. Thirty days that flew by like moments. In that time, I felt like the queen of his world. He treated me like a princess, with a respect and tenderness that left me in awe. Each day, he would look at me like I was the only one who mattered. And I knew, without him saying a word, that he would do anything to keep me safe. He would laugh at my jokes, listen to my stories, and be there with unwavering support for every little thing. I cherished each moment because, in the back of my mind, I knew these days were precious.
Then came the day he had to leave. He was called to a mission, and suddenly our little world felt fragile, like it could shatter at any moment. I watched him pack his things, his every movement so calm and steady. When he held me close to say goodbye, I felt the weight of his love, his commitment, and his duty. It was a heartache I hadn’t expected, a silent storm brewing in my heart as he left, strong and resolute, while I stood there, unable to speak.
Since then, life has been different. Each day, I live with the knowledge that he’s somewhere out there, protecting others while I wait, hoping he comes back safely. Being a soldier’s wife is not just a dream fulfilled; it’s a journey of love, fear, pride, and sacrifice—a blend of strength and vulnerability that you only understand when you live it.
And so, I wait, with a heart full of love and a prayer on my lips, counting down the days until he returns.
When he left I came to know about the real struggles of a soldiers wife.
We had to fight daily with our emotions. We had to go through pain when they are not present with us at our special moments.
Same happened to me when I came to know that iam pregnant, a joy of happiness passed through me , I wanted to share this news with a husband, I dialed his number but suddenly I realized that his posting is in such area where signals are not available.
I was 5months pregnant when he returned from mission, the news of him coming back make me alive, brought happiness back in my life.
Now its been 4years of our marriage, today is our anniversary and he is still not here is on a mission. We have a beautiful daughter.
In my 4years of being a soldier’s wife I have learnt many lessons.
How to be patient and live your life without a partner, support his family when he is not there for them. And be strong enough to handle any kind of situation and pray for him when he is in dangerous.
Today,
I, a proud wife of a soldier wants to tell girls that they should dream about marrying a soldier but with that they should make themselves strong enough to handle this life.
