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All Gave Some, Some Gave All

We all know it's Memorial Day. We all know that thousands of men and women have made sacrifices for our freedoms and the freedoms of others. We all know what we should do: put aside political differences, no matter how great they are, and come together to thank those that have made the ultimate sacrifice and their families for they are the ones who must live everyday with the grief and pain.

I say thank you to my father for his 25 plus years in the Navy. For the sacrifices he made to our family so that he could serve our country. It sucked when I was little and he was gone for months at a time. I was and still am a huge Daddy's girl so to not be able to talk to him everyday? Brutal. However, in hindsight (damn that 20/20 vision) I know that it was worth it. I'm a lucky one, I can talk to him everyday now. He has always defended the military and even in retirement he is an endless source of support to our troops and their families. Thanks Dad.

Our cousin Olivia, how I look up to her. She may be years younger than me but she's done things that I never could or would. She served in Iraq last year and came home a couple months ago. We missed her so much while she was over there and are so thankful to have her home. I also want to thank my mother for her time in the Navy and my father in law for his time in the Army as well as many uncles on both sides of the family. Finally, to all of my Marine friends from Germanyand here at home, take care, be safe and come home soon! We love you all!

A lot of the kids at my store either know someone who has signed up to the Corps or have signed up themselves. I'm not going to lie, it scares the shit out of me because I know the chances of them going to the middle east are high. Yet I feel this surge of pride towards them. Truly. I am so stinking proud of these kids. They all have thought this through, they want to serve their country, they want to do this. I can't deny them that. No matter how anyone feels about this war, you have to respect that these men and women CHOOSE this, knowing what they are in for. Thank you to all of them.
Write to a soldier, adopt a soldier, adopt a family, do what you can to help. Happy Memorial Day everyone. Be safe.


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