Good Days are the shit.
I don't really know why but today is a good day. Even though I'm far from my friends, my family, and the love of my life, I feel like I'm where I belong and doing what I am meant to do. And it feels wonderful knowing that I'm doing something, or learning to do something rather, that really matters. The rockets, missiles, and guns systems I'm learning to maintain will someday be carried into combat and expended in the fight against our country's enemies. They will kill people who would otherwise be killing my brother Marines, my fellow Americans, maybe even those of you back home. And I will have done my part, no matter how small, in keeping this nation safe. To me that justifies the heartache that comes from being seperated from my loved ones. I've been noticing smaller things now that cheer me up. The red glow on the family service center sign turning green from the traffic light behind me as I walk back to my room from Roadhouse. Seeing the stray dog CNATT MarUnit has quasi-adopted as our mascot running in and out of the woods, cold but surviving. The blue sky with the C-130s, AV-8Bs, and F/A-18s zooming about. Life in Cherry Point is somewhat boring at times. But it is still a good life, and the best is yet to come. Semper Fidelis!
I love you so much, Heather Elizabeth Johanson.
I love you so much, Heather Elizabeth Johanson.