My husband, my Hero.
Nothing can ever explain the joy, pride and sheer awe that I
experience, when seeing my husband in his uniform. Since the day I
met him, there has never been a moment where my respect for him has
wavered. I am red, white and blue to my core, and our three beautiful
children are as well. It's hard not to break into a patriotic song of
pride when someone says, "Thank you, for what your husband is doing."
And there's absolutely no way to contain the tears that come, when you
hear about one of his fallen brothers or sisters in arms. My husband
has fought, won, cried and bled for our country for 23 years, and he
would "storm the gates of hell" for any of his "compadres" for another
23 more. Thank you to all the service men and women who live, breathe
and die for our nation.
Ft. Bragg, N