I've never been one to think very positively about the military - maybe because I've never been one to think very positively about war, or even the government (in some respects - especially in the way they approach war), but also maybe because whenever I think of the military I experience a barrage of mixed emotions: fear, discomfort, gratefulness, and shame, to name a few. It's complicated for me, but recently I've decided to learn more about those who are in the military, and their families. It's leaked out at home a bit.

Every once in awhile, when Henry chooses to listen to me, he jumps to attention, salutes, and says, "YES SIR!"
And then, being somewhat unclear as to who says what when, he follows that with, "At ease, soldier!"