Race Day

This past week has been a somewhat nice week. I've been super busy, but not to busy. Its been nice though. This past Saturday night I took my boys to TriState Speedway to watch my dad race. In the beginning we decided to sit in the stands. We got settled in our seats and ready for a good night of dirt track racing when the moment I was dreading came.. The Invocation and playing of our Great National Anthem.. I stood with my head bowed as they said there peace and well being for our drivers that night and patiently waited for them to start the National Anthem. As it started to play I started to cry. Yes I knew this would happen but not to the extent that I was sobbing uncontrollably. I stood there in my tears with my 2 little men as they stood proud for there daddy with there little hands softly over there hearts. I was so proud of my strong little guys.

Needless to say though I was not proud of the grown men who kept there ball caps on and joked around through the entire playing.

After the song was over and we returned to our seats the lady behind me nicely asked if I was ok. You see Im 7 months pregnant and she thought that I might be in pain due to that. I nicely told her "no that I was crying over the national Anthem due to my husband being deployed". She smiled and said "Oh Im sorry and went about her business". However them grown men slowly removed there ball caps and spent the next 5 minutes telling me "how sorry they where for the way they acted and how embarresed they where of themselves". "Well your grown men set an example" is what I wanted to tell them but instead I held my head high, like my husband would want me to do and said "its ok".

I am truley amazed at the lack of respect that can be shown in a moment that anyone Military or civilian should hold high. These men felt bad for the way they acted in my presence which honestly I feel they should. But I also believe if more people where directly affected by the stress of this war they would have a better understanding of everything thats going on.

At the end of the night I was ok with the situation because I looked back and even though I couldnt keep it together my boys did and my 4 and 6 year old set an example for 30 year old men. It showed me the difference in respect when it comes to a military family and a civilian family. And all that matters is that me and my children stood tall and proud in honor of there daddy and his fellow soldiers fighting a war that allows the general American public to remain Idiots!!