I may not like my job at times. I may resent the distance, the time away, the bullshit. I may not want to get up in the morning and go run. I may not want to put those boots on in the morning. But every night when I sit next to my open window and listen to Taps play across post, I know damn well that there isn’t anything I’d rather do but serve. Because if it werent for those like me, all there sacrifices would have been for naught, and I’ll be god damnd if I let that slight pass me by.