It's the lost one.
I appreciated it too.
Well done, you two.
I matriculated to USNA in July 1989 - quite possibly the best summer ever for movies (Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, Back to the Future II, When Harry Met Sally, The Abyss, Casualties of War, and my personal favorite Sex, Lies, & Videotape). Somehow I thought it would be wise to spend it marching, sweating, PEP-ing, and sounding off instead; what was I thinking??
Not to worry; you already know I thought plebe summer tasted like dead thing's butt. I finished my plebe year with more than a little wonder that I did it and that it was complete, with great memories, profound respect for human capacity and resilience, and a clear commitment to leaving this world just a bit better than I found it. I transferred to one of the many midwestern liberal-arts colleges planted by 19th-century Congregationalists, floundered quite a bit for a couple of years as my family fell apart, found my footing, graduated in 1994, and almost accidentally landed as an instructor in the National Outdoor Leadership School. (That "wanting to do hard things with people up to hard things" never quite left me.) I survived frostbite, hypothermia, heat exhaustion, hallucinations, a couple of broken bones, and a dislocated knee (that keeps me from running now) and learned a thing or two about myself and what other people were capable of, given the right leadership and motivation. I returned to graduate school in the aughts, kicked ass, took names, met the man who would become my DH, and uncovered a passion for helping young people realize what they were capable of. I'm still learning how to mentor and guide them, but I can tell you all confidently: our future is in capable, competent, creative hands.
My DH is a lily-livered, East-Coast, boarding-school, soft-handed liberal (full disclosure: I'm the latter too, and always have been - oh, yes, candidates and current mids/plebes/swabs, we exist). He also spent two summers as an apprentice wrangler in Wyoming working 12-hour days on a ranch, helping to brand cattle and castrate sheep and breaking a few bones of his own. I shot expert at USNA; he was on his boarding school's rifle and pistol team, before that became politically and economically impractical. A common interest is shooting traps, although with Sprout (our DS) and our jobs, it's been a while. We live in a smallish midwestern town, where I teach biology in one of those small liberal-arts colleges, and he teaches military history and political science.
There are a few reasons I lurk and respond, from time to time, on a forum where I differ so significantly in almost every way from the people posting here. It takes serious cajones to place service to some higher purpose above one's own needs and I honor and respect that. It can't be faked or bought, and it should be challenged, nurtured, and strengthened whenever possible. People are also complex creatures. One of the finest attributes of our armed forces, to my thinking, has always been that they represent the diversity of thinking, backgrounds, choices, upbringings, educations, and livelihoods that make this country so great. When we lose that diversity in our armed forces, we are in serious, serious trouble. Although a commission in the USN was not the right choice for me, I want to make sure that young people of all stripes consider it, for as long as I'm breathing.