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
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Updated: Monday, 21 January 2008 8:07 AM CST