Just received this message from DD …”still waiting in Atlanta. Baby is anxious to visit her 4th country in 5 months. She’s dancing up a storm. ” My daughter, mother-to-be of the dancing baby, is a USNA grad, Marine officer, married to USNA grad, SEAL – 5 months pregnant with their first child. Four days ago she arrived “home” – Pearl Harbor - after her assignment to the Phillipines to be at last reunited with her husband. Now the two, well three really, traveling together this time, are on their way to his brother’s wedding – best man duties to be carried out in yet another country. During my Marine officer daughter's five months of pregnancy so far: moved to base housing, traveled to 4 foreign countries, 4 U.S. states – flown gobs of hours to all these destinations, criss- crossing times zones and the international date line. It’s been everything from palm trees to snow covered mountains, coconuts, cockroaches, Marine maternity uniforms, garbage strewn streets, -20 degrees, 106 degrees, 5 hours sleep over 3 day stretches, no phone access for weeks at a time, many weeks thousands of miles away from her husband, all the while maintaining a level head, following orders to a T, giving orders, leading her Marines with “gritty” grace, and still being a young woman who while brushing her teeth late at night, after work, all those thousands of miles away from everyone and everything familiar, would sing to her swollen belly and see their baby dance! A female Marine Officer’s life is amazing to this civilian (grandma-to-be) observer! Semper Fi!