I was eighteen-years-old when I started getting called “Ma’am.” I was a third-class cadet, having survived the first year at the Coast Guard Academy and arrived at the point where there was a class below me on the totem pole. Now, I am forty-three, and I am often referred to as a girl. When I... Continue Reading →
Honor. That word became part of my regular vocabulary when I entered a military academy, at age seventeen. All these years later, I’ve spent the week contemplating what it actually means. A recent edition of Imprimis shared a speech by Senator Tom Cotton of Arkansas. He spoke of his service with the Army at Arlington... Continue Reading →
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