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The boys and I finished our training at Ft. Bragg yesterday at around 6pm. It’s about a 4 hour drive to get back to Savannah from there. We were all tired and hungry, and decided we should go to a sit-down place to eat and grab a beer. Being the wing connoisseur that I am, I made the call for BW3s. While at BW3s, I committed a huge no-no. As we were waiting for a table to open up, I bought a round of brewskis for the guys; after all, it was a long week. While waiting for the bartender to pour the beer, I sub-conscientiously took my wedding band off and played with it. I tend to have that habit: when I’m bored, I’ll take it off and flip it around my fingers and “play” with it. This time it kinda bit me in the ass.

We got our drinks and made a toast to putting up with Army bullshit. Right after the toast, we got our table and sat down. It was about then that I noticed my ring-finger was bare naked. Because I sub-conscientiously play with the ring, I thought I may have left it in the car. I ran out to the car to check and no dice. From there, I started realizing that I thought it was at the bar that I was playing with it, so I asked the bartenders if they found a ring on the bar: nothing. I asked the people that were sitting down where I ordered the beers: nothing. In a last-ditch attempt, I asked the manager if anyone had turned in a ring to the lost and found: nothing. As I thought about it, of course no one would turn the ring in… we were in an Army town where there’s a Pawn Shop for every three blocks. Really, it kinda pisses me off. I know had I come across a ring that wasn’t mine, I would’ve turned it in. As we drove back to Savannah, visions of sleeping on the couch danced in my head.

The Ring

I decided I’d get it off my chest and give Pam a call. Fortunately for me, her initial reaction was “at least it’s not like you spent $1k on a stripper or something…” She then put it into perspective: “It’s not the ring that matters, it’s our marriage. The ring just symbolizes that. It’s a thing that is easily replaced.” I definitely agree, though I’m still pretty pissed I lost the ring. It has more sentimental value than monetary to me. Sure, we’re going to go shopping for another one like it this weekend, and get the same engravings on it, but it would’ve been nice to keep the old one just because that’s the one she put on my finger when we got married. Luckily it only cost $300. Luckily I got to sleep in my own bed last night… I am extremely blessed to have a person that can put up with these kind of antics. Thank you, Pam.