Military can have a different meaning to different people. To me, no matter what branch your in, you have to commit to all the sacrifices that come along, leaving your friends, your family being separated, moving to countries whose language you don’t know

I have a small loving family–a mom, a dad, a loving puppy German Shepard. My dad joined the military when I was only eight years old. He really liked the Army and he’s been in the Army ever since.

My dad got stationed to Hawaii last year and that was the toughest situation to go through as a military kid. At the time we were building a  house. My dad was in Hawaii as a chemical specialist, what he did was study all the bombs and their reactions and how to fight against them. If we ever got attacked he would know how to protect our country and know what weapons to use in case we went to war.  

We first moved when I was in third grade. He was stationed to Fort Hood in Killeen, Texas that was my first move ever. We were there for 2 years until we got stationed back in San Antonio it was the summer of  going into 4th grade. Moving again and again was hard because we had to think about my dog and where we were gonna stay and where I was gonna go to school and all that stressful stuff. My dad was stationed for a year  but the good news is he finally retired this year and he’s officially a veteran.

I’m very proud of my dad. He worked so aggressively day and sometimes even nights. The reason he retired is because he got medical retirement. He had surgery on his ankle and was supposed to get surgery on his shoulder. Shortly after he retired and I couldn’t be happier for  him.