At My Wedding My Mother Said Uniforms Were Not for Me Until Hundreds of Service Members Rose to Their Feet

arrive with music or clear lighting. Sometimes they arrive as a room full of people standing up in the middle of a vineyard in North Carolina on a Tuesday afternoon in October, quietly and without being asked.

There were nearly two hundred of them on their feet.

I knew most of their faces. I had served with many of them or alongside them or under their continue reading …