Thursday, November 11, 2010
I don't talk about being an Army wife or an Air Force brat a lot on this blog. I'm not sure why because the former certainly affects my life in a gargantuan way.
My father served as a pilot in the United States Air Force for 20 years. He retired when I was just a kid but you can tell he's a military man. On clear days with blue skies he still says to me, "Today would be such a good day to fly."
My grandfather, who unfortunately I don't have any digital pictures of, served in the United States Army during World War II. He fought in France along side his bother, my great uncle, who didn't make it home. My father is named after this uncle. My grandfather died when he was 87.
My husband is an officer in the United States Army. He's currently serving a 12 month deployment in Afghanistan.
Side note: He's coming home so soon! Hopefully in the next few weeks I'll have the welcome home photos for you. Squeal!
I wish I was close enough to one of my favorite vets to give them a squeeze today and say thank you in person.
Happy Veterans Day.