i’ve been hesitating posting this but i feel as if it will make me feel a whole lot better. 

My whole entire life I’ve grown up as the stereotypical “girly girl”. Nobody really understands me, besides this man. This is a picture of my Great Grandpa Cornelius. My Pop Pop. This man is my hero. My Pop Pop was in the Army and served during WWII. I used to spend a lot of time with him and he used to tell me such amazing stories. When i was 13 he showed me the shrapnel in his shoulder that he got from an exploding tank nearby, and in that exact moment I knew what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I knew I was going to join the military. I knew that I wanted to give back and serve my country. My Pop Pop is now 91 years old, and his health is depleting. He’s not all there mentally and suffers from PTSD. It’s sad to see him the way he is. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll have him in my life. So I cherish every second I have left with him. He’s the only one that believes in me. Whenever I talk about joining with my parents or my friends they shut me out. Nobody wants to listen and they tell me I’m stupid and throwing my life away. Well the way I see it, I’m doing the most amazing thing any person in the world could do. I just cannot wait to prove everyone wrong. 

Sorry for rambling, and this may not mean anything to anyone on here, but it means so much to me. I just really want to make him proud.