I did not grow up in a military family… per se. I’m one of those daughters whose father was drafted. Whose father fought in a war that his country didn’t support. Whose father had an important job when he was there, but I won’t ever know much about it. Whose father came home in street clothes for fear of being taunted upon return.
I’m the daughter of a man who once went to war. I’m the daughter of a man I thought had super human powers…. and still does.
Our country is different.
Our people have changed.
We support our military better than we used to.
And I live in a military town.
And I see first hand how their jobs are heart wrenching sometimes.
And I’m so thankful for everything they do for us. Even when they are done serving.
My heart is with the sons and daughters.
And wives.
Who are so proud of our real super heroes.
