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The Regimental Ball

Photo Courtesy: Erika Perez

If this account sounds like one of an outsider’s, the reason is that I am one. It was my first military ball, so I had no idea what to expect.

My manicure was done, and the stylist at the salon perfected my updo. My husband Sky and I sped towards the hotel, carried our clothes into the room, and began to get ready. I fussed over my eye shadow and lip gloss, asked Sky to help me with my bracelet, and took out my camera while he got dressed. Vainly, I couldn’t stop looking at my dress. It was the fanciest, most pricey dress I’d ever worn, including my wedding day. I couldn’t help but feel a bit regal, especially when Sky stepped out in his Class A uniform. He asked me to help him fasten the blue infantry cord to his button. We had to Google the instructions for tying his bow tie, since he insisted on wearing a real one instead of a clip-on like most of the men.

We took a few more pictures, then walked down several long, dim hallways, and stood in the lobby with the rest of the guests. It was a large hotel, and people were arriving for a wedding reception and other events while we stood and chatted. It was strange to see them look at us all as one mass of ‘military people’. I don’t get that kind of experience very often. An older lady whispered to another, “It must be a military ball.” A couple little girls walked past some of the spouses and girlfriends, telling them, “Your dresses are pretty!” in a kind of awe. When the bride for the reception walked in, she didn’t even stand out among so many other beautiful, poufy gowns.

The doors to a large room opened, and we filed into a line. We were quickly inside, where Sky told a soldier his company and name, and we were handed keepsake glasses with the unit’s crest. Everyone broke into smaller groups, talking and sipping drinks. We got our portrait taken where they had set up a backdrop and flags in the corner.

I watched Sky as he said “sir” over and over. A lieutenant who he had spoken to earlier had come back to check if he’d been able to tie his bow tie. “You know what,” he said, putting his hand into his uniform pocket. He pulled out a black clip on tie, and handed it to Sky. We laughed that he happened to have a spare, but Sky dutifully put it on.

It started to sink in that it wasn’t just a regular party. I began to learn the meaning behind the term “military brass”- everything on the uniforms was shining, and gleaming buttons and pins would catch my eye everywhere I turned. It felt like I was an extra in a movie set, watching as everything happened around me.

We were instructed to stand as the flags were brought in by soldiers with white gloves and rifles. Toasts were given by each company- to the country, to the president. At our table, it was “I propose a toast to the National Guard.” The rest of the room echoed a loud “to the Guard!” After every announcement, all the men cheered “Hooah!”

There was a speech given by a retired general. While I don’t remember every word, I do remember that it was moving and I had to swallow back tears at a couple points. There was a history of the old regiment, then the recognition of all the soldiers who had been killed in action, or who were still missing. The room was completely silent as we were asked to remember the men who were not there that night. I thought about fellow bloggers who had lost their husbands in the war, and was glad that I stood in front of Sky so he couldn’t see my face. I can honestly say that the moment was the most patriotic I had ever felt.

After the toasts and speeches, we ate and talked with the three other couples at our table. A couple of the guys told their war stories. While they described some of the things they did and saw, I watched the faces of their wives sitting next to them. I wondered if they ever got used to hearing those things. They sat there expressionless, but I know better than to assume their hearts didn’t hurt a little.

The dinner was over, and we stood again as the flags were taken out of the room. The music started booming loudly, and some people began dancing. Sky was ready to leave after dessert, but I wanted to have one dance to a slow song. After four or five songs of club music, we realized it was going to be unlikely that a slow song would be played. I looked behind me at the ballroom one last time, and we wrapped our arms around each other’s waists and slowly walked back to our room.

After Sky helped me with the dozens of bobby pins in my hair, I showered away my makeup and combed out my tangles. I looked in the mirror and was a little sad everything seemed back to normal so quickly. The clock had struck midnight, and Cinderella had been replaced with a sleepy Erika instead.

It was almost like it didn’t happen. But I remember it all. I know it did.

And I know, for at least that one night, I was Cinderella, he was the prince, and we were happy.

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15 thoughts on “The Regimental Ball”

  1. I *love* going to military balls. They are, for lack of a better word, simply amazing. There aren’t enough words to describe what a military ball feels like, until you’ve been to one. 🙂

  2. Great story, Erika. I know I would feel the same way you do. And the bow tie–that sounds like my husband, too! So funny. I love reading about your experiences.

  3. That Cinderella feeling doesn’t go away no matter how many times you go to a military ball! Glad you had fun!

  4. This is more than a lovely story about a ball. I appreciate, due to your writing, what you felt. I could not only picture it all, but could climb in your skin for a moment. I only wish I could look as stunningly beautiful as you did that night.

  5. Speaking as one who was formerly in the military, it is wonderful to hear what the other side of your family is feeling/thinking. Thanks for your insight, your feelings and most of all, your communication of it!

  6. Erika, you give me goosebumps. I’m so proud of you and love reading your heart. I say it that way because that is exactly what you do, you put your heart on paper to share for us to read and it is lovely. You are the envy of us that cannot express ourselves so poeticly. Thank you, and again, you are stunning! Love you and can’t wait to see you at the wedding!

  7. Saundra Hoover sent me your link. It was fun to read and you did a wonderful job writing it!! What a special night! :o)

  8. Saundra Hoover sent me this website. She is not only my friend, she is my sister-in-law and knew I would love your writing. You made me feel as if I were watching from the wings. I am so very proud of our military and all the military in my family past, present and soon future. It was so very nice to hear about one of the good times they have. Thank you for writing.

  9. You know I adore you!!!!!! You looked so beautiful and I’m so glad that you had such a magical time! Doesn’t going to the ball make you truly feel like Cinderella?

  10. Maybe it’s the 3 glasses of sweet tea, or my superstitious nature, but I can’t leave you at 13 comments! You looked finer than frog’s hair split three ways darlin’! Glad you had a wonderful night- hope you get a few more under your belt sometime soon!

  11. My Dad said: “Life is like a dream.” shortly before his death at the age of 88. One way to preserve wonderful moments is to do what you have so beautifully done…..using the written word. Thanks for for making your experience mine.

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