time is something that i wish would pass faster but at the same time I wish would slow down. As I sit in briefs all day long I sit and wish time would go faster but at the end of the day when it's all said and done I want time to slow down. 6-9 months.. it doesn't seem very long but a deployment could mean so many things. Relationships get tested, people become distant, you get forgotten. I am more than excited and ready for this opportunity to go to another country and be apart of something bigger than myself. That is what I joined for. To see new places, to better myself, and to help others. As a civilian before I joined the military the thought of a deployment absolutely terrified me. I didn't understand how someone could be so selfless and go and put their lives in danger. But now I do. the thought that I might lose my life never crosses my mind. The only thing that I can think about is that I get to go and teach and to help people in need. People look at us in the military and don't understand why we do it. Some think we do it for school, nah, I got my degree before entering the military, with my own money. Some think we do it for the money, not true. I had three jobs before this and got paid double a month than what I do here. It's not about school, it's not about money, it's about the uniform and what I wear on my right shoulder. It's about my brothers and sisters beside me who go through the suck with me. I was proud when I set records in athletics, I was proud when I graduated college, I was a proud person before but now every morning no matter how tired I am i lace up my boots and put on my uniform and I couldn't feel more honored and proud. I love this uniform. I love what I do. my family doesn't understand but they are proud. My friends never saw me doing this but here I am. i never knew my life would turn out this way but I would never change this.