Cheerleader

If you ask me on any given day which branch of the military is the best or my favorite, the answer will come spilling out of my mouth before I can stop it. The Marines, of course!

There's an obvious reason for my answer and it has nothing to do with the length of boot camp, the terrain on which they fight, or the color of their cammies. It has everything to do with which branch the boy chose.

If he would have picked any other branch, that one would be my favorite. It would be the best in my eyes. I love him because of him, not because he's a Marine. The Air Force, Navy, Coast Guard, or Army. It would be my favorite if he picked it.

I'll let boys be boys and argue over which branch is the best. I'll let them stand up for their own branch, because that is what they should do. But me? I'm going to root my heart out for the Marines. I'm going to give love to every soldier, sailor, airman, and Marine. I'm going to pray for every family and every branch.

While the Marines will always rank number one in my house, it's not because I don't respect the other branches. Never that. It's simply because that's where my heart is.