I did not choose a life path that led me to service in the military. It never even crossed my mind. When I was a teenager, I talked to two recruiters on the telephone. I only did it because I wanted the free t-shirts you got for talking with them. That is the closest I got. I have a cousin that served. That is the closest of my relatives. Trent's dad served and never saw battle - except on the football field. But, I have always respected those who have served. My grandfather's brothers all served (Grandpa had health issues that prevented him from serving.) They had tatoos of the different branches on their arms. I found them fasccinating. I loved hearing of their stories from the Pacific. I remember watching the veterans marcch by in parades and waving at them. There was a time in history when serving was looked down on and those returning soldiers were mocked and criticized. Those periods of time break my heart. These were men and women fulfilling duties that our country asked them to. They should all be honored. I think that we do a terrible job of taking care of our military upon returning from their service. It gets me pretty fired up. They deserve respect and care for their mental and physical needs. That is a tangent. I'm thankful for what the military service-people do to protect us. I don't always agree with decisions from the top, but appreciate the sacrifice down below.
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