Seeing a white bus has never brought me such excitement as seeing this one round the corner. As the soldiers were coming off I had a hard time telling them apart and so did the rest of the wives...and then I saw him. I was so nervous that I froze and didn't know whether to run to him or to take a picture. By the time I made a decision Clay had made his way to me and gave me a huge hug. I could feel that he had gotten thinner but I was more concerned about this fury creature growing on his face...turned out to be a deep red mustache.
After I got over the shock of his new "look" I realized that we had made it through the worst part of training (or so they say). I am grateful that Clay was able to complete this training even with the crazy weather. I am also grateful that I had so many friends who checked up on me and invited me to spend time with them. I always have considered myself independent but during this situation the extra friendship shown did not go unappreciated.
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