I am an American Soldier. NOT: I am a heterosexual, white, male Soldier. I am a Warrior and a member of a team. NOT: I am a judge of my teammates’ life choices. I serve the people of the United States, and live the Army Values. NOT: I choose who I serve and when. I will always place the mission first. NOT: I will put my personal feelings ahead of the end goal. I will never accept defeat. NOT: I will give up when my comrades are targeted. I will never quit. NOT: I will allow discrimination to go unchallenged.
From guest writer Erin Ammon, musing on Independence Day about her tortured romance with the mythical dream of America the Beautiful. America, You and I have known each other for a while now. In the early days, it never ceased to amaze me how you could take any problem and solve it, bend fate to your will. You were so beautiful, the way the sun reflected off of your rolling hills, and the way the wind blew across your body with rapture and fury.
It’s that time of year again. Awkward family gatherings, a shit ton of turkey and pumpkin, and a general guilt amongst the white American population about the origins of the holiday. Thanksgiving, no matter its origins, history or current associations, is a wonderful moment in the calendar year; a rare moment of widespread calm and togetherness. It is a time when Americans finally stop and take a moment to reflect on the things that they are truly thankful for. With 1/3 of Boshemia being American, it seemed only fitting to stop and reflect ourselves on what Boshemia is thankful for.