Reading Time: 2 minutes My family spent its first few years with a father in the U.S. military, a job that we knew required his life if necessary. As such, we spent many days celebrating the magnificence of this country with air shows, parades, fireworks, and barbecues. The country seemed to be a reflection of our family; we each did our part to help improve this basic unit — we had our rough spots, but we stuck through it and continued to work.