I don't know when things changed. People had a work ethic, pride, honor, and the family was important. Perhaps I was insulated as a child? As a child of a Air Force lifer, it was expected that everyone did their best. Rules were followed, and jobs were done. I was about eight or nine years old when my parents divorced, and I was thrown into the civilian perspective. Heck, I figure there has to be some sort of clinical diagnosis about this kind of trauma. Nevertheless, the divorce affected me for many years, and still haunts me in some ways.
Before I wander too far down the rabbit hole, this also gives me a unique perspective on a lot of things. Mainly, the idealistic part of me is in constant turmoil with reality. When did living off the government handouts become the "American Dream" for so many?
Let me make something very clear. I love this country, or what it used to stand for. I don't know when things changed or perhaps I changed, nevertheless the United States isn't in good shape. Pogo was right, the enemy is us.
What kind of future can I expect for my new son, my oldest, and middle son? I prepare for the future because I've seen what America once was, where she is, and drawn a line between the two points.
I've also updated the header line on my blog to reflect that we reside in Arkansas. Sweetheart and I have debated about this point, it is a big state, and it doesn't break OPSEC. I'll be able to reflect on current politics, and economics in the state, which should add more information for the masses.