My daddy served in the US Army during Viet Nam. I was always told that he was a cook in the army, but in gathering his paperwork for Medicaid after his stroke, I found his discharge papers. You know what they say? Sharpshooter! Ha ha. Go Dad!
Here is his picture from his Certificate of Citizenship:
Since his service was before I was born, I really wasn't exposed to the military at all growing up. I live in a military town now, though, and have met so many wonderful families that I owe my gratitude to.
(Well, except for the fact that I love you guys and you keep moving away!!!)
I would never want to be in the military, and I would never want to be a military wife. It takes a certain type of person, and I don't think that's me. My BFF and several other friends have been military wives for the last twenty years or so, and I honestly don't know how they do it.
To everyone who dons a uniform and performs a job to serve our country - thank you. I cherish the freedom that I have had, and I pray that my kids grow up safe in the arms of your protection, too.
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