I never cry.
But I did today. I did 10 years ago.
Movies, Hallmark cards...the normally teary stuff...it just doesn't get to me. I might feel warm and fuzzy or sad, but rarely is it expressed through tears. Even pregnant I wasn't really a crier.
But my country. My country being attacked. Death. I cry.
Ten years ago the Persian Gulf War came here. Not literally, but I was an Air Force Brat. I was 6 years old when the first gulf war ended. At five and six years old I watched my dad get on airplanes, and knew he might not come home. I proudly wore my t-shirt "My Daddy Saved Kuwait!" I wore my yellow ribbon. I watched my friends dads' come home, while my dad was one of the first on the ground in Saudi Arabia and one of the last to leave to come home. But he did come home.
Then, ten years ago, everything he worked so hard to keep over there, made it here.
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