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

Mobility is my way of life. Some would wonder about my roots, yet they are as deep and strong as the mighty oak's. I sink them quickly absorbing all an area offers... hopefully giving enrichment in return. Travel has taught me to be open... shaking hands with the universe, I find brotherhood in all men.

Farewells are never easy. Yet, even in sorrow comes strength and ability to face tomorrow with anticipation... if I leave one place feeling that half my world has been left behind, I also know that the other half is still waiting to be with me.

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

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