Today, and every day I am grateful for the servicemen and servicewomen of our military.
I clearly remember the first bombing of the WTC in 1993 and how scared I was. I was an 18 year-old freshman in college and I recall the fear that was coursing through my mind. Never before in my lifetime had something like that happened. I began to think about how people in other countries live in the midst of violence like that every day. Even in my imaginings I never dreamed that we would be where we are today, still at war with Afghanistan.
My husband was in the Navy from 1995-2004. He served all over the world, including 4 years in Japan and in 2 wars, if I remember correctly. I did not know Vinnie before he entered the military as an 18-year-old young man, so I can only imagine how his years of service changed him.
I was writing this post in bits and pieces all day so I feel it it's a little disjointed. I will try to edit and reorganize when I have a chance. I just wanted to get this published on Veteran's Day. Tomorrow is my "little" brother's wedding so it won't be then!