Child of a Soldier


My Hometown is nowhere, my friends are everywhere. I grew up
with knowledge that home is where the heart is and the family
with no independence on the dwelling.

Mobility is my way of life. Some would wonder about my roots,
yet they are so deep and strong as the mighty oak. I sink them quickly,
absorbing all an area offers and hopefully giving enrichment in return.

Friendships are formed in hours and kept for decades. I will never
grow up with someone, but I will mature with many. Be it inevitable
that paths part, there is constant hope that they will meet again.

Love of country, respect and pride fill my being when Old Glory
passes in review. As I stand to honor that flag, so also do I stand in
 honor of all soldiers and, most especially, to the parents whose life 
created mine.

Because of this, I have shared in the rich heritage of Army life.