Accompanied by enthusiastic applause, music reverberated through the hall. Upon closer listening, it was the beloved barracks ballad—
"Today I Become Your Bride."
The wedding ceremony takes place in the company cafeteria,
Bright red wedding decorations are proudly hung on the walls,
In a vase made from an artillery shell,
A gentle fragrance of wildflowers fills the air.
"Today I Become Your Bride."
The title of "Military Wife" is now mine to bear,
The ring made from an artillery shell glimmers with golden light,
You smile apologetically,
As you place it on my hand.
You're still dressed in your army green uniform,
Looking just like any other young soldier,
But the red flower on your chest and the happiness in your gaze,
Tell everyone, tell everyone,
That you are today's bridegroom,
And I am your eternal bride.
"Today I Become Your Bride."
The wedding ceremony takes place in the company cafeteria,
Bright red wedding decorations are proudly hung on the walls,
