Every year since I was in college, I call my father on Veteran's Day and thank him for his 20 years of military service. Thanks, Dad! (This is not a cop-out--I already called him. Haha.)
I grew up as an Air Force brat, and I wouldn't trade that upbringing for anything. I can't really imagine life any differently. What would it have been like if I had been born to a family that lived in the same town my entire life, with parents who worked the same jobs for all those years? I will never know. Nor do I care to know.
As a result of my father's military service, I got to live in many interesting places, I learned to make friends quickly, and I'm a great problem solver who is resilient when things go awry. What a life!
I have the military blood -- I hesitate to put down roots, I look forward to moving every so often, I am independent of my family (though I love them very much), I seek new adventure wherever I can get it, I want to experience new things and take advantage of once-in-a-lifetime opportunities. This is who I am. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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