I am a Child of a Soldier

My hometown is nowhere, my friends are everywhere. I grew up with the knowledge that home is where the heart is and the family – with no dependence on the dwelling.

Mobility is my way of life. Some would wonder about roots, yet they are as deep and strong as the mighty oak. I sink them quickly, absorbing all an area offers and hopefully giving enrichment in return.

Travel has taught me to be open. Shaking hands with the universe, I find brotherhood in all men.

Friendships are formed in hours and kept for decades. I will never grow up with someone, but will mature with many. Be it inevitable that paths part, there is constant hope that they will meet again.

Farewells are never easy. Yet even in sorrow comes the strength and ability to face tomorrow with anticipation – and when I leave one place, feeling like half my world got left behind, I know that the other half is still waiting to be met!

Love of country, respect and pride fill my heart when Old Glory passes in review. As I stand to honor that flag, so also do I stand in honor of all soldiers and, most especially, to the parents whose life created mine. Because of this, I have shared in the rich heritage of Army life.