Tonight I went to a concert/musicale thing my friend Mandy was in at her church. It was celebrating freedom and America and all that goodness (though I am still confused as to why it was not placed closer to the Fourth of July.... whatev), and though I thought they overdid the "please-stand-if-you-are-a-veteran-or-currently-in-the-armed-forces-so-we-can-totally-applaud-you-for-the-tenth-time" thing (I felt bad for all those WWII vets who had to keep standing and sitting back down, etc. etc.), I think the idea was touching. I kept thinking of Justin, my friend at the Naval Academy, and I couldn't stop thinking about how dang proud I am of him. I mean, I'm proud of all people brave enough to enlist to protect our country, but I am especially proud of Justin, because I know who he is, where he's come from, and where he is capable of going. The army is anything but easy, and I am so thankful there's somebody out there who feels inspired to serve the rest of us. If the army had to rely on total wimps like me, our country would be going nowhere fast. But for Justin (and everyone else!) to volunteer their lives to protect the rest of ours', to work hard when I am sleeping in late, and sacrifice when I am complaining about something lame is so inspiring. Because of Justin I feel a special affinity for the Navy, but I am glad there are others around to remind me to be thankful for what I have and those who have worked to get it for me. Thank goodness.
P.S. I got it now. It's for Memorial Day. It took me a year to realize that.
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