The Few The Proud

It was the sound of machine guns that woke me that night all those years ago.  Machine gun fire and tracers lighting up the night sky.  I was 8 years old my Father was in the Navy and we were stationed on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, called appropriately Midway Island.

I do not ever recall being so scared in my entire life, but when I saw the base Marines running toward the beach, I felt safe. I knew that they and my Dad would never let anything bad happen to me.

I wish every American could have the experience of knowing deep in their soul what it means to have these brave men and women standing guard protecting us.

I have never forgotten how I felt that night.

I want to thank Michelle Malkin for reminding me with her Sunday night inspiration