hello all,
i was offered a commission in the parachute regiment after interview last night. As you can imagine i'm over the moon.
i have a couple of questions - how will i be viewed turning up at battalion enagaged and looking to get married within my first year? I've asked the question of my DS and i've been told that as long as I am commited to my blokes and there are no ill effects with work then there is not a problem. Are there any wives of para officers / ranks on the forum? how do you find life in the Regiment?
Any suggestions,etc would be most appreciated.
Thank you in advance, westy
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westy_1981
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para reg subby + married?!?!?!
POC - passed 9-11 Feb 2004
AIB - failed 22-24 Mar 2004
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger!!
AIB - failed 22-24 Mar 2004
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger!!
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flo
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Well im not a para wife but a bootnecks wife. I met my husband when he was a marine and he has just been selected for C/sgt. We have had no problems with regards to being married. If problems could be caused by marriage then im sure pusser wouldnt provide MQ's or encourage marriage as a whole.
Im sure you will be seen to be well grounded and responsible enough to take on responsibilites, seeing as you are planning to get married. So my advice would be to sit down and talk to your fiance and try if possible to introduce her to other wifes so she can ask questions about the lifestyle etc, preferably without you being there. The reason i say this is because she may have questions which you may think are trivial but could mean a huge difference to her.
good luck in your decision and if she has any questions i can email you my telephone number if she wants to talk.
Incidentaly i am also former forces (WRNS) so see things from both perspectives.
fiona
Im sure you will be seen to be well grounded and responsible enough to take on responsibilites, seeing as you are planning to get married. So my advice would be to sit down and talk to your fiance and try if possible to introduce her to other wifes so she can ask questions about the lifestyle etc, preferably without you being there. The reason i say this is because she may have questions which you may think are trivial but could mean a huge difference to her.
good luck in your decision and if she has any questions i can email you my telephone number if she wants to talk.
Incidentaly i am also former forces (WRNS) so see things from both perspectives.
fiona
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anglo-saxon
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It used to be you had to ask the CO for permssion. That then became more of a tradition than a rule. Still, my CO Richard Holmes (now Prof Richard Holmes - the former Sandhurst historian who co-wrote the "Soldiers" series) was delighted to be asked. I respected him immensely and he bowled me over with the enthusuastic way he asked me questions about my future wife and Canada. An absolute gent and a hell of a soldier, to boot.
You sound like you have your head screwed on, westy. If 1981 is your birth year, you're already ahead of the game maturity wise. All I can say is: Be good to your new wife and keep her as much in the picture as you can. Communication is key!
I married at 27, but had already been in for a few years. My wife was only 19 then, not from the UK (Canada) and new nothig about the military at all, let alone the British Army. Within days of planting her in our new home, I was gone. Then came back and was gone again, and again, and again. Not a good way to start a marriage. However, she stuck it out and sixteen years, several thousand miles, and two rug rats later she still is.
We missed Burns' Night this year as everyone in the family either had flu or pneumonia and we were reminiscing about the first year we missed the dinner. It was Jan 1998. Mel was so sick with a strange strain of flu, I recall her trying to get to the bathroom on her hands and knees as I left the house with our 18 month old yougest boy who had a temperature of 105. I wasn't far behind with 103. I recall feeling so shagged out driving to the children's hospital I almost fell asleep at the wheel. Then he puked all over me in the emerg waiting room. The next month, Mel's grandmother died from cancer. They were very close. Then in March, Mel had a bad car accident with the kids in the car. The car was a write-off. Both kids got whiplash, but the Mrs split her sternum open and rotated a couple of disks. She still has a numb patch on her back to this day the size of a side plate. After that, she started having panic attacks and had to be treated for depression for years. In April, we were evicted from our nice little rented house which was sold out from under us, and had to find another place. We moved to the new place in May, and a week later I headed to London for a private audience with QE2. A week after I returned to Canada, I went down with chicken pox. The older you get, the worse it is and I was 36. The doc had me worried as she said it could turn to shingles if you get it when you're older and make you go blind (such a pleasant woman!). Then in June the transmission blew on the car I'd just bought. We were on the highway in the middle of nowhere during a freak heatwave. We'd been going about 120 KPH when the tranny blew - quite exciting if you like that sort of thing. I was worried about the heat on the kids and ended up putting them under a brdge nearby, so they could cool off in the creek. Finally, someone came along who had a cell phone and we managed to call my father-in-law for help. What a bloody epic! I will NEVER own a Ford again (FORD = Found On Roadside, Dead! - A better acronym that PONTIAC, though - Poor Old Ni@@er Thinks It's A Cadilac!).
"That was a bad six months", said I. "Yes, it bloody well was," said the Mrs. "Still, we learned a lot. And we stuck it out together." What a trooper. Always thinking on the bright side, she is.
Westy, go for it mate. If you're meant to be together, she will be your rock, just as you will be hers. Then, a couple of decades down the road, you'll look back on a fine army career and good marriage. The difference being, the marriage keeps going after the army career. It doesn't get much better!
Cheers.
You sound like you have your head screwed on, westy. If 1981 is your birth year, you're already ahead of the game maturity wise. All I can say is: Be good to your new wife and keep her as much in the picture as you can. Communication is key!
I married at 27, but had already been in for a few years. My wife was only 19 then, not from the UK (Canada) and new nothig about the military at all, let alone the British Army. Within days of planting her in our new home, I was gone. Then came back and was gone again, and again, and again. Not a good way to start a marriage. However, she stuck it out and sixteen years, several thousand miles, and two rug rats later she still is.
We missed Burns' Night this year as everyone in the family either had flu or pneumonia and we were reminiscing about the first year we missed the dinner. It was Jan 1998. Mel was so sick with a strange strain of flu, I recall her trying to get to the bathroom on her hands and knees as I left the house with our 18 month old yougest boy who had a temperature of 105. I wasn't far behind with 103. I recall feeling so shagged out driving to the children's hospital I almost fell asleep at the wheel. Then he puked all over me in the emerg waiting room. The next month, Mel's grandmother died from cancer. They were very close. Then in March, Mel had a bad car accident with the kids in the car. The car was a write-off. Both kids got whiplash, but the Mrs split her sternum open and rotated a couple of disks. She still has a numb patch on her back to this day the size of a side plate. After that, she started having panic attacks and had to be treated for depression for years. In April, we were evicted from our nice little rented house which was sold out from under us, and had to find another place. We moved to the new place in May, and a week later I headed to London for a private audience with QE2. A week after I returned to Canada, I went down with chicken pox. The older you get, the worse it is and I was 36. The doc had me worried as she said it could turn to shingles if you get it when you're older and make you go blind (such a pleasant woman!). Then in June the transmission blew on the car I'd just bought. We were on the highway in the middle of nowhere during a freak heatwave. We'd been going about 120 KPH when the tranny blew - quite exciting if you like that sort of thing. I was worried about the heat on the kids and ended up putting them under a brdge nearby, so they could cool off in the creek. Finally, someone came along who had a cell phone and we managed to call my father-in-law for help. What a bloody epic! I will NEVER own a Ford again (FORD = Found On Roadside, Dead! - A better acronym that PONTIAC, though - Poor Old Ni@@er Thinks It's A Cadilac!).
"That was a bad six months", said I. "Yes, it bloody well was," said the Mrs. "Still, we learned a lot. And we stuck it out together." What a trooper. Always thinking on the bright side, she is.
Westy, go for it mate. If you're meant to be together, she will be your rock, just as you will be hers. Then, a couple of decades down the road, you'll look back on a fine army career and good marriage. The difference being, the marriage keeps going after the army career. It doesn't get much better!
Cheers.
