Housho wedding 2
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Sam Potter smiled a lopsided smile as he began to speak. "Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here to witness the joining of this man and this woman in holy matrimony..." As he spoke, Sam couldn't help but remember another wedding, all those many years ago...
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James stood next to Trish, and they said their vows in front of the Navy Chaplain. James was in a black suit and Trish Feiler wore a pale-green dress. Fifteen years they'd been friends, through thick and thin; three years they'd dated, after the end of Trish's disastrous marriage to Brian, and James' latest girlfriend adding herself to the 'Exes' category...
"... I now pronounce you Man and Wife..."
Sam couldn't help but smile, seeing the love between them...
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"... Speak now, or forever hold your peace..."
Doug Schanks watched the ceremony, the retired artilleryman remembering back when James had married Trish, and how while no one had spoken at the wedding, plenty was said afterward...
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"Uncle Doug, I'm hard-up bad, and I dunno what to do," James said from across the table. "The mechanic says my truck's totaled; we ain't got the money to replace it, not and keep the bills paid. And with the baby on the way? I don't know what to do, Uncle Doug..."
"What about her folks? They won't help?"
"They won't lift a finger; they never cared for Trish 'involving herself' with me, who's an enlisted Marine and poor white-trash to boot."
As James seemed to sink in on himself, Doug reached out with a hand that was thick-set with callous from ten years slinging projectiles and powder-bags in a One-Oh-Five battery alongside the twenty-year-old in front of him's father, and nineteen more afterward working a horse-ranch in Kansas, and shook James once. "PFC McAmis, get a grip; now ain't the time to go internal. Listen, I've got your back, and I'll help how I can..."
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"... Do you, James Cecil Michael McAmis, take Houshou to be your lawful wedded wife? To have and to hold, to honor and cherish, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," James said. In the seats, Boxer couldn't help but remember the day that death had parted James and Trish...
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"Little Mac? James, is that you?" John walked closer to the rain-soaked figure sitting against the front of the Aces-High Club.
"Let me be, Boxer..."
"Mac, the Hell are you doing sitting out in the rain like this; you'll catch your death of pneumonia, you damn-fool. Come on; I'll buy you a cup of cof--"
"Good. Let me catch my death."
John froze. "What the fuck, James? Seriously, what the Actual Fuck? What's going on, Brother?"
"Trish... Trish passed. This morning, early. I... Boxer I..." John couldn't say anything as he held his friend and let him break down.
John cried too; Patricia McAmis had been a constant in the lives of Second LE Battalion. Whether it was bringing a home-cooked meal to the guys working late, or giving the ones who stayed out too long at the bars a ride home or a place to crash for the night, she was always there for folks.
But God help whoever pissed that woman off; there was a reason her (affectionate) nickname was 'Dragon-Lady'!
"I knew she'd been sick, James, but didn't the docs say it was going into remission?"
"She told us that's what the docs said; truth is they told her it had already spread too far. She... Trish didn't want us worryin' for her. Losin' her... It hurts, John..."
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"... Do you, Houshou, take James to be your lawful wedded husband..."
As Houshou said, "I do," James felt tears forming in his eyes. When the moment came to say his vows, he faced the woman before him and spoke.
"Houshou, Darlin', I'm normally a lot more eloquent, but there's just somethin' about you that ties me all in knots, that makes this battered, scarred-up man of fifty-four feel like a boy of sixteen. You've got my heart, Houshou, and you've got my love, now and forever. I'll help carry your burdens and I'll help ease your hurts; I'll laugh with you, cry with you, lay down to sleep at night beside you and wake in the mornin' with you. Calm or storm, thick and thin, I'll stand beside you all the way. That's my vow to you, Houshou."
Houshou met his eyes. "James, when you first asked to court me, you called me a Lady; the truth is I never really considered myself anything but a woman and a mother. I dreamed of love; I wished for love, but I was content with the love of my daughters. I was content... but not truly happy. Then I met you, James, and you made this humble mother feel like a queen. You have my heart, and all my love, James, now and forever. I'll laugh and cry with you; I'll sleep and wake with you. I'll help lessen your burdens and I'll help ease your hurts. I'll face calm and storm at your side, come whatever may. This is my vow to you, James McAmis; this is my vow to the Admiral of my Heart."
Sam smiled and continued the ceremony; Kaylee and Kaga produced the rings, and finally, Sam said, "You may kiss the bride." When the pair had kissed, Sam said, "I now present to you Mister James and Missus Houshou McAmis."
......................................................
The reception passed by in a blur; there was music and dancing, food-enough to feed three fleets, and drinks of all varieties. Jaw and Zuikaku were blushing for hours as they were teased for catching the garter and bouquet, respectively.
As the party wound down, Jaw and Zui found themselves sitting in his Ford. "Zui? I... I got some news a few days ago. I got accepted into the school I wanted."
The Carrier tilted her head. "So, why don't you sound happy? Is it not a good school?"
Jaw shook his head. "It's a good school, Turkey... But it's in the States. In Maryland. Zui, come the fall I'll be a Midshipman Fourth-Class at Annapolis."
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In the words of NotHimAgain, what do you think?
Sam Potter smiled a lopsided smile as he began to speak. "Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here to witness the joining of this man and this woman in holy matrimony..." As he spoke, Sam couldn't help but remember another wedding, all those many years ago...
................................................
James stood next to Trish, and they said their vows in front of the Navy Chaplain. James was in a black suit and Trish Feiler wore a pale-green dress. Fifteen years they'd been friends, through thick and thin; three years they'd dated, after the end of Trish's disastrous marriage to Brian, and James' latest girlfriend adding herself to the 'Exes' category...
"... I now pronounce you Man and Wife..."
Sam couldn't help but smile, seeing the love between them...
........................................................
"... Speak now, or forever hold your peace..."
Doug Schanks watched the ceremony, the retired artilleryman remembering back when James had married Trish, and how while no one had spoken at the wedding, plenty was said afterward...
.......................................................
"Uncle Doug, I'm hard-up bad, and I dunno what to do," James said from across the table. "The mechanic says my truck's totaled; we ain't got the money to replace it, not and keep the bills paid. And with the baby on the way? I don't know what to do, Uncle Doug..."
"What about her folks? They won't help?"
"They won't lift a finger; they never cared for Trish 'involving herself' with me, who's an enlisted Marine and poor white-trash to boot."
As James seemed to sink in on himself, Doug reached out with a hand that was thick-set with callous from ten years slinging projectiles and powder-bags in a One-Oh-Five battery alongside the twenty-year-old in front of him's father, and nineteen more afterward working a horse-ranch in Kansas, and shook James once. "PFC McAmis, get a grip; now ain't the time to go internal. Listen, I've got your back, and I'll help how I can..."
.......................................................
"... Do you, James Cecil Michael McAmis, take Houshou to be your lawful wedded wife? To have and to hold, to honor and cherish, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," James said. In the seats, Boxer couldn't help but remember the day that death had parted James and Trish...
...............................................
"Little Mac? James, is that you?" John walked closer to the rain-soaked figure sitting against the front of the Aces-High Club.
"Let me be, Boxer..."
"Mac, the Hell are you doing sitting out in the rain like this; you'll catch your death of pneumonia, you damn-fool. Come on; I'll buy you a cup of cof--"
"Good. Let me catch my death."
John froze. "What the fuck, James? Seriously, what the Actual Fuck? What's going on, Brother?"
"Trish... Trish passed. This morning, early. I... Boxer I..." John couldn't say anything as he held his friend and let him break down.
John cried too; Patricia McAmis had been a constant in the lives of Second LE Battalion. Whether it was bringing a home-cooked meal to the guys working late, or giving the ones who stayed out too long at the bars a ride home or a place to crash for the night, she was always there for folks.
But God help whoever pissed that woman off; there was a reason her (affectionate) nickname was 'Dragon-Lady'!
"I knew she'd been sick, James, but didn't the docs say it was going into remission?"
"She told us that's what the docs said; truth is they told her it had already spread too far. She... Trish didn't want us worryin' for her. Losin' her... It hurts, John..."
......................................................
"... Do you, Houshou, take James to be your lawful wedded husband..."
As Houshou said, "I do," James felt tears forming in his eyes. When the moment came to say his vows, he faced the woman before him and spoke.
"Houshou, Darlin', I'm normally a lot more eloquent, but there's just somethin' about you that ties me all in knots, that makes this battered, scarred-up man of fifty-four feel like a boy of sixteen. You've got my heart, Houshou, and you've got my love, now and forever. I'll help carry your burdens and I'll help ease your hurts; I'll laugh with you, cry with you, lay down to sleep at night beside you and wake in the mornin' with you. Calm or storm, thick and thin, I'll stand beside you all the way. That's my vow to you, Houshou."
Houshou met his eyes. "James, when you first asked to court me, you called me a Lady; the truth is I never really considered myself anything but a woman and a mother. I dreamed of love; I wished for love, but I was content with the love of my daughters. I was content... but not truly happy. Then I met you, James, and you made this humble mother feel like a queen. You have my heart, and all my love, James, now and forever. I'll laugh and cry with you; I'll sleep and wake with you. I'll help lessen your burdens and I'll help ease your hurts. I'll face calm and storm at your side, come whatever may. This is my vow to you, James McAmis; this is my vow to the Admiral of my Heart."
Sam smiled and continued the ceremony; Kaylee and Kaga produced the rings, and finally, Sam said, "You may kiss the bride." When the pair had kissed, Sam said, "I now present to you Mister James and Missus Houshou McAmis."
......................................................
The reception passed by in a blur; there was music and dancing, food-enough to feed three fleets, and drinks of all varieties. Jaw and Zuikaku were blushing for hours as they were teased for catching the garter and bouquet, respectively.
As the party wound down, Jaw and Zui found themselves sitting in his Ford. "Zui? I... I got some news a few days ago. I got accepted into the school I wanted."
The Carrier tilted her head. "So, why don't you sound happy? Is it not a good school?"
Jaw shook his head. "It's a good school, Turkey... But it's in the States. In Maryland. Zui, come the fall I'll be a Midshipman Fourth-Class at Annapolis."
................................................
In the words of NotHimAgain, what do you think?