My step-dad is a Marine. He is one of the most awesome people I've ever known. He never makes a promise that he might not be able to keep. He's honest, thorough and likes to get things done the right way the first time. While he hasn't been in my life for as long as I would have liked, I feel honored for the time that I've spent with him.
The tenor of this post suggests that he isn't with us any longer. Sooo not the case. I'm probably hormonal and just thinking about Marines a lot since I've been watching LOTS of NCIS.
My mom once suggested to me that I should have been a Marine. She sited my inherent body strength and high pain threshold. And the fact that I like to shoot guns and blow things up (not that I get a chance to do it all that often). I've thought about the what ifs, who hasn't? I think I might have liked the Marines. Or some form of military service. However, if I had joined, I wouldn't have this wonderful family. My son, Matt and Loren would never have been in my life. Not to mention my step-dad.
To all the Marines out there who have given their service to their country and to protect us all: Semper Fi!
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