I dont think people understand how many times I look into my closet and touch that old uniform.. I miss it and want to wear it but I just cover it back up in its plastic. My heart breaks for all of our friends who didnt make it home. Its like a flood of memories wash over me as soon as I see it. Slowly my uniform has moved farther and farther to the back of my closet but its always in the front of my mind. My uniform represents the best I ever was, I see it and I see all who wore it before me. My jumpboots are now long gone but my low quarters set on the shelf in a soft cotton bag to make sure that they dont get scuffed and are ready to wear even though I know they never will be. To those who never served or never took it serious I say this.. You never know who you are until you have stood in the shoes of men who died for you and never knew your name. Polish your heals because that is the last thing people see when you march away into battle.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 15:47:51 +0000
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