My life story about up in a military starts when I wasn’t born yet and my dad was in the army but I don’t know what he was. I think he joined about when he was 20 years old and he was in the army for 18 years. Then that’s when my dad met my mom, my brother was born a few years after. When my older brother was born my dad got out of the army. Then my mom had me and my little brother, and after that my mom joined the army, when she was in  the army she was a supply sergeant who kept things organized and kept an eye on the things they bought. The army is also a place where you deploy to different places and you have to move a lot.

The reason why mom hates doing some of the military work so much is because she has to deploy. The first place my family lived in was Alabama, and Alabama was the place I was born, then we moved to Texas to New York to Washington State to Oklahoma and to Texas again. So every time we made friends we had to move to a new state but I make new friends every time. So ever since my mom got out of the army she had to stay in Oklahoma for a few weeks to sign papers and pack stuff. Then that is when my family started going back in forth and that is when my father died. So when we went to his funeral we saw the American flag over the mortuary and there was some soldiers firing guns 8 times because my dad was in the army.

They were also honoring him for his service and how he protected our nation. My mom also served her country very well and my moms friend is still in the army and she is serving her country right now so I believe that the army deserves to be honored and respected. Sometimes when schools ask if you parents served in the country or is serving right now to stand up and I was one of the kids who stood up. My teachers also served their country and I am grateful that my teachers that I have supported our country. To me the army is important we are lucky to have them.