My husband made me come, I asked if I could stay in the car and wait,… but he said ” No, you should see this. ” I walk in to a sea of segmented waiting areas and half filled chairs, a football fields worth, of our countries heroes. Our veterans. He continues, ” These are all the people who fought for your freedom babe…”

I stop frozen in my thoughts- he’s right.

All walks, all ages, all different ailments, and many temperaments. This represents what happens after war; immediately after, five, ten and fifteen years after, forty years after,…it’s all right in front of you at once. And this is just one day. I would say to a young potential enlistee and their spouse- ‘come here before you sign that dotted line.’ But I fear nobody would then join, and we wouldn’t know what freedom was.

Bless those who fought, served, and continually sacrifice for lifetimes. Those who work here, caring and helping people. And thank you to my husband for bringing me, inspiring me, and giving me a glimpse into his world. There must be more we can help with and give back. Do something small you wouldn’t normally do today, see how it might change you,..