There are more good people than bad people, and overall there’s more that’s good in the world than there is that’s bad. We just need to hear about it, we just need to see it.
In total this journey will take five flights and fifty-five hours, but in reality it began four decades and two generations ago when my uncle died in Vietnam.
Military life is hard, even cruel—especially for the kids.
I felt so much pride, so much love. You get a handful of days like this in a lifetime. Take in every minute. They’ll be over soon enough, and you never know what tomorrow will bring.
I’m clinging to one last thought: pain is the harbinger of hope. You have to be alive to feel pain. If you are alive, then you have purpose. If you have purpose, then you have hope.
I felt like I should salute. If only I knew how.
A son for a flag is a lot of sacrifice.
We all lose people. We all have to live in the aftermath. It’s how we move forward that counts, but sometimes we are tethered to something in our past that won’t let us move forward.
For your own security it’s imperative you blend in with the native population.
The meeting began well, meaning it had the potential for being short.
If I can be perfectly blunt, his humanities teacher was an ass.
We could never go back to how things were on the day before 9/11, but maybe I could go back to who I was.