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“Well, I'm going home, back to the place where I belong

And where your love has always been enough for me

I'm not running from, no, I think you got me all wrong

I don't regret this life I chose for me

But these places and these faces are getting old

So I'm going home, well I'm going home.”

There is something about returning home. It could be from a day at the office, business trip or time overseas defending your country; regardless, someone is waiting for you to walk through the door and they are going to be happy to see you.

Of the three scenarios above, I have had two happen. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to be away from your family, and your family being away from you, with danger all around in the middle of a war. It’s just too much for me to fathom. 

When traveling, you will often see members of the military—-they may be coming or going, but there is little doubt they are committed to defending their country. Whereas I am sure they hear it a lot from strangers, I will often “thank them for their service.” It requires nothing to say it, but I am hopeful it means something to them as they are either boarding or deplaning. 

This month we have seen what the military brings to the U.S. No matter what side of the discussion you stand on, I have to believe we were relieved when we saw the National Guard, members from the Washington DC police force, Capital security, and more helping to bring some safety to our lives. If this didn’t do it for you, how about the inauguration? When representatives from all areas of the military were present—-especially at the “Tomb of the Unknown Soldier”—-that demonstrated what the millions who have served and given to their country stand for. 

The photo above was taken at a Milwaukee Bucks game…this was before they were good and getting seats cheap was easy…I was able to witness something we usually see on the news, but never see live. A soldier was reunited with his children; I can only say it was amazing. The kids were surprised, the fans were going wild, and one thing we soon realized—-a loving father was home.

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