 On this page are stories from wives and girlfriends of drill instructors. I wanted to include this because each of us have our own experiences. The drill field has a different effect for each woman involved. So scroll through the stories just to get a taste of it. If you would like to include your own story, please email me and I will add it. I hope you enjoy!!!Anja, DI wife with 2nd Bn Parris Island As of the time I write this my husband is almost finished with his 4th cycle. During the past year it has had its moments. I think the hardest part was the very first cycle. I was not quite sure of what to expect and dealing with our children posed the biggest challenge. They have been use to deployments but its harder to explain to a 4 and 5 year old why they never see daddy but he is home. Now we are in a routine and everything has been so much easier. I now really love being a drill instructors wife. Its hard on my husband more than me and the kids. Physically and mentally it can be exhausting for him, but when he is home we try and leave it all behind. The kids and I attend the senior Sundays, family day and graduations to share in his work. Sometimes we have went to drill competitions and other events we can watch. Recently my kids attended a kids crucible here at Parris Island and it showed out children a little of what daddy does. In all, it can be rough but its so worth it come graduation day! You see so much pride shared between your husband and the newly graduated Marines. I think those moments make it all worth it. Amanda, DI Wife with 3rd Bn Parris Island After only 4 days of the drill field I have found that I dont mind the time he is away from us but I hate that when he is here he's not "really" here. He's like a zombie. He just comes in and mumbles a couple of words, eats his dinner, showers and passes out. The little bit of conversation we do have doesn't even make sense and he doesn't remember what we've discussed 5 minutes after the fact. My favorite part so far has been our little signals. Today I did what we would have called back in high school a fatal drive by. This time they happened to be outside the battalion in a formation and I drove really slow. He saw me and turned his back towards me and wiggled his fingers at me. I was so giddy afterwards I felt like I was back in Jr. High. The little stolen moments like that seem to put a little spark back in your relationship. You stop taking each other for granted and appreciate all the rare times you have together. |