To me, being an American is being a part of the greatest place on Earth.
After serving my country in the military for ten years and going abroad for much of that time, I realized how much I really love this place. I am so grateful to call this country home. Every morning when I woke up and laced my boots I felt a huge sense of pride. I would salute our Colors every morning and evening and run outside to catch it, not inside to miss it. I enforced every rule and regulation to a tee. I lived, breathed and ate Marine Corps. Everyone made fun of me and said I needed to get a life, but that WAS my life.
I decided to get out after 10 years because I wanted an opportunity to have a family, something that is very difficult in a military lifestyle. It was the hardest decision I ever made. I met my husband who was an illegal immigrant, we had a son and soon after we were expecting again. The day I went to get confirmation from a Dr. is the same day he was stopped for a “red light” by the police. That ordeal as less than human.
He has been back in Mexico since and I have been left with all financial burden, 2 children under the age of 2 and no means to make it. I have no help with the babies so I can work and they are with me every second. its been 1 year and a half. I wish there was a faster way or any way for him to get back home. I miss him so much.