There were close to a hundred happy guests piled into the room, all colourfully dressed and excited to witness such an important day in two peoples lives. Families and friends all mixed from each side, finding similarity in the couple they were there to witness, to celebrate. They were all talking, eagerly anticipating the music, ready to introduce the soon to be Mrs. At the front of the room, facing the wall, stood the groom dressed in a plain black shit with a white shirt and blue tie. No link to his military background; it was just about their love, nothing else. Stood to his right were ten men dressed in matching suits to the groom. He could not decide on a single 'best man' so he chose the 'best section' to stand at his side on this life changing day. At the other side of the room stood three brides maids, all people who meant the world to the bride- Jackie, Katy and the brides sister (that was close ages with the young girl the bride and groom met whilst in Afghanistan). They were all dressed in blue knee length dresses, matching the ties of the boys outfits.

The room was full of flowers, all in a range of colours. The chairs all covered in the blue cloth to match the colour scheme of the day. The room had large windows allowing in the natural light that shone over this special day, making the room bright and happy as if their friends that they had lost were shining on them from above. Suddenly the sound of the organ filled the room before the speaking came to a halt and every guest stood and looked in awe.

She slowly walked from the back of the room with her father holding into her arm. He didn't need to lead her, she knew exactly where she wanted to be and was eager to walk up the aisle quicker than the speed of the music. Her father kept her from running quickly to the love of her life. She just had to put on the show for now.

The groom took a deep breath as the music began to play- this was it. He slowly turning to face her; he could resist a glimpse of his beautiful bride. His heart stopped for just a second at the sight he saw. She looked completely opposite to how she looked when they first met, but he loved the sight all the same.

Her dress complemented her figure perfectly, showing off the curves that her to be husband loved. It was very traditional but suited her perfectly. Her face was lightly covered by the veil but through it you could see her eyes staring straight ahead to where she would soon be standing. This was it. It was time.

Once she reached him, and her father had walked away, she felt nervous- scared of the future, of what it would bring. Would Lady Luck always be smiling on them? She looked into his eyes, his dark brown eyes, and she felt suddenly a lot calmer. This was where she was meant to be.

They both barely heard what was being said, they just stared into each others eyes, smiling at the other. They only paid enough attention to say the important words at the right time to make their love official, to start their future together.

"I do" she said.

"Ditto"