While packing my things I find my old uniform’s ‘U.S.’ pin. I don’t remember keeping it and it must have fell behind my trunk at some point. Seeing it brings back many memories. Too many to deal with now. We have to get ourselves moving.
While sitting in our meeting room and relaxing, I find my newly located pin. I pull it out and stare at it for a moment. The fact that my attention is drawn elsewhere brings questions from Adrianna and D.K. I decide to tell them a story about one of my adventures out on the plains. Well, it seemed like an adventure when you’re out in the middle of no where but I could tell by their faces, it was a bit mundane for their city attuned life. Finding the pin though brought back several memories though which I thought had been lost. No sense boring them with those tales though.
I tell the ladies that this pin was just a part of a uniform but it symbolized something I used to belong to. It used to mean something to be part of an organization like that. Now I’m part of something again. This time it isn’t an organization of the U.S. government. It’s US. I see now that this group, though vastly bereft of money and members in comparison, is much more important to our safety and well being.