I Love Memorial Day

In the midst of a dream, I met a witty individual with short fingers and twinkling brown eyes of a cat, her lips were curled up in a smirk and her mind was clear as the sky. Clutching in her hand, was a grand cream paper recognizing her achievements as a graduate from the University of Texas at Austin. Her choice of major was International Relations, an awkward choice for a timid mouse that loved history but hated speaking in front of a crowd; yet for a strange reason was favored for the opportunity to progress the world.
Year will pass in my dream, and that little mouse will have determined glint and the title of a Foreign Service Officer. She will travel to Peru next year, to help fundraise a campaign to endorse more public school reforms,
but at this moment will be in Cuba, with her fellow companions and comrades. Her mission will be to serve her country and mend the strain relationship that many other brave Americans have tried in the past.
In the future, I will fight for my county not with a riffle but with words, for I owe this great Nation a leg and an arm and much more. The United States of America is the world most beautiful and thoughtful country for it gave me a chance and opportunity to have a goal and a dream. This country raised me to have hope and, to dream as wild as I could possible imagine, it showed me that life is an adventure full of diverse individual and opportunities.
One main reason why I am allow to dream is because of all the service men and women who died protecting this wonderful nation, to the strong wilted army men, to the fierce navy, to all the past soldiers and etc. It’s because of them, those heroes who gave their life for me and the millions of people who ever step foot in America a chance to dream. Without them no dream would be possible and it’s distressing to know that their innocent men and women who have a family with wives and husband, with maybe a kid name john and a dog name Libby dying for are sake.
I love Memorial Day, it’s a day were we honor those service man and women and say how grateful we are to them.
To tell them how we miss their smiles, and how we miss their cries and joys over anything. Memorial Day, is a day were we as a Nation come together hand by hand and say we miss you, it’s a day were we go to little Kevin or Maria and tell them how brave their parents were and it’s a day were we tell amazing, hilarious and embarrassing stories of those who once lived. Memorial Day is a day were we remembered those who died as hero’s and is one of the main reason why I what to become a foreign Service Officer because I too what to serve my country to say thank you to those who gave me the chance to
dream.
Eighteen years ago, my parents arrived in America with nothing except the clothes in their back and a new start.
My childhood will be forever full of memories of my dad struggling to beat dawn, in order to gain more hours of hard labor in the harsh Texan sun or the Serbian air of winter, in order to feed a family of six. My memories will also show my loving mom scavenging for extra money, while trying to help her four children with unknown subjects like math, reading and most importantly - the English language. But more importantly my memories will have those gleeful moment of knowing that my future is not set because of my background, for America is the land of opportunities and I was given the greatest give of a
chance.
In many countries I wouldn’t be able to dream of a higher education but here in America I can because a good background dictates nothing. Higher education is important because it enables a person to conquer any dream they wish to obtain, and with a higher education I am able to obtain my American dream that all immigrant are promise. I wish to be a Foreign Service Officer with all my might but in a sense I am not ready for I lack the proper essential needed to do one’s job and I can only obtain those needed trait with higher education. Thus, I am lucky to live in a Country where I am thought to dream big or go home.