On an unrecorded date, in a then undisclosed location, my husband found my brother and the two were able to snap this photo. I'm so glad they did.
I'm even more grateful that they both came home safe and sound.
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| GI Brother and Dear Hubby - Camp Liberty, Iraq |
A few years and one Business Degree later,
Dear Hubby commissioned GI Brother as he graduated from ROTC!
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| ...To uphold the Constitution of the United States, against all enemies foreign or domestic... |
During the commissioning ceremony, I was interested to see the many fathers or other relitives administering the oath. Seems like military service can be quite the family affair. In my own family history I have my grandfather, my father, four uncles, and two aunts with military service. Another Aunt married a serviceman. My Dear Hubby's family has multiple great, great generations of decorated soldiers dating back to the Civil War.
I didn't grow up a military kid, my dad was not a career soldier. I didn't give military service any real thought. My husband's immediate family is not military. Does our families' history of service represent the per capita norm of military to civilian in the population, or is it "in our blood" or somehow subliminally in our upbringing? Is it our exposure to pictures of men and women in uniform that makes it seem like a normal occupation to choose from? Was it the money, benefits, travel? How came we to this at once noble yet insufferable profession? I better stop musing...
Back to the event at hand...
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| Dear Hubby, GI Brother, and Brother Computer Genius |
It was great to see everyone. We're very proud of Uncle Army Man (formerly GI Brother).
I guess we're pretty much a patriotic bunch.
I guess we're pretty much a patriotic bunch.
