I am a Military brat. My hometown is nowhere..my friends are everywhere. I
grew up with the knowledge that home is where the heart and family are...
...with no dependence on the dwelling. Mobility is my way of life. Some
would wonder about my roots, yet they are as deep and strong as the mighty
oak's. I sink them quickly absorbing all an area offers...hopefully giving
enrichment in return. Travel has taught me to be open...
shaking hands with the universe, I find brotherhood in all men.
Farewells are never easy. Yet even in sorrow comes strength and ability to
face tomorrow with anticipation...if I leave one place feeling that half my
world has been left behind, I also know that the other half is still
waiting to be with me.
Friendships are formed in hours and kept decades. I will never grow up
with someone, but I will mature with many, be it inevitable that paths
...there is constant hope that they will meet again.
Love of country, respect, and pride fill my being when Old Glory passes in
review. As I stand to honor that flag, so also do I stand to honor all
military people, most especially those whose life created mine...my parents.
Because of them, I have shared in the rich heritage of military life.
contributed by Marianne