Celebration of Love: Resorting to Plan F

Today is India’s Republic day, and the nation witnessed India’s combat strength at the republic day parade. Today when the nation marvels about our mighty impressive Army, Navy and Air-force – I, a girl madly in love with an Army officer, feel the same way but my sense of awe is topped up with a little fear, a tiny heartache and loads of unadulterated pride.

The fear of what if, fear of terrorism, fear of all the dark things all Army girls are haunted by.

The heartache of not being together on Valentines Day because for an Army Man, duty is his first love, his obsessive girl friend and his attention-demanding wife.

Loads of unadulterated pride because hey, my man’s a soldier. He wears the combat uniform and is a real life hero. What’s not to love, right?

Soldier & Spice: An Army Wife's Life 

I love my man. I love that his conviction to duty, to the nation is stronger than anything else in the world. I cherish every second that’s spent with him because a.) that’s the way it should be when you’re in love, amirite?, and b.) he’s not around as much as I’d like – Army keeps him away from me a damn lot. Sucks, I know. But that’s a part of being an Army Man’s girl. You gotta keep it real and work with what you got. You gotta be tough, baby.

And I am tough! Most of the times, anyway. But there are times when distance gets the best out of you. Trust me, I’d know! I’ve survived cruel distance far too many times now. He goes away to locations with extremely dodgy phone network, so it’s pretty much a Goodbye-any-hopes-for-long-romantic-phone-conversations. He is on duty for months at a stretch, so regular relationships of other people who live together, or even date regularly seems like a thing I could literally kill for. 

But- big BUT – it’s the staying away on special occasion that kills my buzz. Like now – I just found out today that we will not be together this Valentines Day, which also happens to be my birthday (talk about awkward, right?)

So my birthday and V-Day will be spent without him. A day for which I had been secretly planning since last couple of weeks. Obviously, all plans now stand canceled. I will be alone on my birthday, and we will both be alone on V-Day. Sigh.

But Army Wives and Girl Friend’s are a different breed altogether, strength and whole The-Show-Must-Go-On spirit is instilled in our DNAs somehow, because after a couple of hours of staring at him dejectedly and refusing to share my secret stash of feel-good chocolates with him, I decided to come up with plan B.
And E.
And F and G, just in case.
Because, if going away and missing the double occasions is his call of duty, to wait every single time and to celebrate every safe arrival, is mine. That’s what love is all about, no?

However, after some research (read: asking his friends and fellow officers and their friends and basically everyone I could get in touch with) I figured that Plan B was not going to work. Apparently getting a group of flash-mob  dancers inside an Army camp is next to impossible. Blah, I know but whatever. *eye roll*

Plan E also is a flop because I can’t have 16 officers deliver 16 different cakes to him at the said camp – One cake for each alphabet of my declaration of love : LOVE YOU MY SOLDIER. Plan was to get them in random order to him and then ask him to decode my message. Pretty groovy, no? Can’t be done, though. Where will I find 16 people willing to partake in my Cupid Game anyway? Pffttt!

But keeping up with the Army-Man’s-Strong-Girl spirit, I am NOT going to give up.

No sir, I’m not going to give up even if I have to resort to Plan F!
And I’m happy to announce that Plan F is going to work! Yay, me!

So, ladies and Gentlemen, *drum roll* I’ve decided to plan a V-Day surprise for him, and it’s going to be great (I hope, fingers crossed!). So, let the Cupid Games begin!

Cupid Games : Plan F – Valentines Day and Birthday Attack Plan.

On the Valentines Day morning, starting exactly at eight hundred hours – he will find an envelope in his tent at the camp. This envelope will be formally addressed to him (His Rank and full name and all things Army, making it look like it’s an official letter) and will contain a slip of paper with just one word on it.

All through the day, he will get a total of 8 envelopes (with help from his fellow officer who has agreed to help me, God bless him!) – some from inside his combat boots and on top of his bed and tucked inside his pockets. The content of there seven envelopes will be as follows:

  1. India 

  2. Lima

  3. Oscar

  4. Victor

  5. Echo 

  6. Yankee

  7. Oscar

  8. Uniform.

Did you get it? No? Yes? Well?
Tee hee hee.

It’s a simple I LOVE YOU, in Army style code word. 

I know, I know it’s not bold, or flashy or even very romantic to a civilian – but trust me, when your resources are low and your back-up is pretty much nonexistent, anything that’s possible is welcomed with open arms.

And when your man is off on combat grounds, staying in tents and getting a decent phone signal only after he walks 3.17 kilometers away from the formation, your 8 envelopes of pure fauji talk is both Romantic and Bold. 

I love you in a code, in 8 envelopes. It’s my coded message-of-love to him. It’s in full fauji fashion, using Army lingo. It’s my way to telling him that I’m trying to be a part of his world too. It’s straight from the heart. It’s simple and plain. It is exactly what I want to say. It’s perfect!

And if you think it’s a bit too plain, hang on. There’s more! I’m planning to make – Yes, my unhealthy obsession of Googling DIY stuff will finally come in handy – a set of puzzle piece for him to stick together by pairing the right words, like:



My soldier will have to figure out which two words will go together, arrange the puzzle, and feel loved (Brilliant plan, yo!). This is what it’s going to look like when two right pieces are put together: 

Pink and camo, pretty damn cute no? 🙂

Later, we can keep it on display in our house sometime. Maybe get it framed it or something. Hand it down to our kids, and then their kids and probably make it a family love thing. We’ll see how it goes, it is going to be my first ever attempt at anything DIY, and I want zero pressure from ya’ll okay? 

So chill, just be happy for me, and for my ability to keep low expectation for my birthday until we are together again. Then, I expect a big gesture of love of something, obviously, but that is going to have to be a separate post, some other time. Right now, I’m going off to attempt the puzzle pieces. 
Meanwhile, you spread the love, get closer, and have a great V-Day. Toodles!

Post Author: Aditi Mathur Kumar

Author. Traveller. Blogger. Talker. Eavesdropper.

3 thoughts on “Celebration of Love: Resorting to Plan F

  • Sumyth

    (January 26, 2015 - 6:11 pm)

    Wonderful idea! I hope it all goes well. 🙂
    P.S. L is represented by Lima, in phonetics. Just double-check on that.

  • Aditi Mathur

    (January 26, 2015 - 7:00 pm)

    @Sumyth: OMG yes Its LIMA and it was typo I had missed. Okay okay, I admit I do zero spell checks or edits before posting, so thanks a lot for pointing it out. heehee

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