I used to love all things military because they seemed so romantic. The stories, the movies, the songs, the pride and even the tears. Looking back on it, I cringe at my naïveté. Silently, I close the books, turn off the TV and radio and run from the tears that aren’t so romantic after all.
For him whom I love. I know the sacrifice you had to make, and though it was a dagger in my heart, I understand. Thank you for your service.