Hey? That would be me, right?
Better pour yourself something to drink...this is gonna be a wordy one....
December 1983, my dorm room phone rang. It was my mom, saying she and Dad were heading to WI because she needed "surgery". But, no need to worry, she'd be fine. She encouraged me to do well on my first semester exams and she's be home by the time I came home for Winter Break.
By the time all was said and done, yes, she needed surgery, but there was a real reason to worry. She had breast cancer and it was rather extensive. The prognosis was questionable. It was a time of great uncertainty: health and financial worries were unspoken truths that our entire family experienced to some degree.
So, when the junk mail arrived after winter break and there was a letter from the UW Army-ROTC department telling about the nursing school scholarships available , the light bulb in my brain went off....and by later that year, I was raising my hand, taking the first oath of office, joining ROTC.
Yes, it started out as a purely financial decision.
There was really nothing very patriotic about my choosing to serve our nation.
There was really nothing very patriotic about my choosing to serve our nation.
Today, I"m thankful that I am a veteran!
It was indeed an honor to serve....
2 comments:
Well said, Martha! And by the way, you are totally adorable in all your pictures! I'm very thankful for the armed forces, too!
THANK YOU! For your service to our country, and to our family. I am honored by and proud of the role you have in each.
With a salute and a HUG.
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