I was a bit of a tomboy when I was growing up. Not the, eat mud, tear-limbs-off-barbies kind. But the build forts with my brothers, spit, and watch spiderman, kind. Actually I'd watch all those- superman, batman, you name it. They were bit of childhood heroes (or at least that's what they wanted me to think) But I knew, thanks to a wonderful, full of service father, who the real heroes were.
When September 11th happened, I was in the car heading from seminary to my high school. My first period class, Marine Biology, was watching it on TV. I didn't know the meaning of it all as well as I do now. I still don't understand everything about what's going on over there but I do know some. My heart still aches for people affected that day.
I know that my army dad left our family (still married to my mom, don't worry) to serve in the Pentagon my entire senior year. I saw him at Christmas and graduation- otherwise he was 3,000 miles away that whole year. My grad cap had american flags on it and "Daddy's girl" I was proud of him.
He volunteered to serve in Iraq for a year. My dad has served his country for nearly 30 years. There is just one story of one soldier doing his part. Both of my grandpas served, my great grandpa served. I have a huge amount of respect for men and women in the armed services. There's nothing like seeing troops march in unison or train together. I love the camaraderie!