When I was younger I thought I'd probably marry a military man from Idaho. Which seems oddly specific. But I liked traveling/moving (I've since outgrown that) and I liked potatoes, a lot, like eat them every day for two weeks like them. So it seemed like a military man from Idaho would be exactly my type.
My grandpa served in WWII. He left behind my grandma and uncle to fight in Europe. He was decorated and returned home. And he didn't talk about it until a few years before he died.
My dad has friends whose names are on the Vietnam memorial.
One of my cousins served in the Marines. Another cousin married a man in the Air Force and has already been through several deployments.
I am grateful every day for the men and women who serve this country in the military and I pray their families have the strength and peace they need.
And I'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't a little bit grateful that my younger thoughts didn't come true and I'm not one of those people who needs that much strength in my life.