Where am I from?
I am From the runway,
From the roar of the Kc10,
To the grace of the giant c5,
I am from the heartbreak of deployment,
To beloved patriotic homecomings,
I am from integrity first, service before self, and an excellence in all we do(the air forces little motto)
I am from the New York skyline from our windows,
To the bumper to bumper traffic trying to get onto the turnpike,
I am from endless leftovers to greasy street food,
From taylor ham bagel sandwiches to homemade Puerto Rican classics(I love me some arroz con dulles, empanadas and pernil)
I am from late night stories with swearing uncles,
To praying the rosaries with my grandma for everyone to be safe
I am from 3 am fishing trips with lots of black coffee
Long weekends hiking exploring and archey
I am from long car rides with boring destinations
To even longer airplane rides from state to state
I am from calm days on the beach to screaming my head off on Kingda Ka
I am from daily fights with my sister to Thursday night movie nights with pops
I am from latin music with mom trying to teach me bachata
To heavy rock backroad drives with Em
I am from the skyscrapers with loud traffic and even louder people,
I am From sending our nation's air fleets down the runway to who knows where,
I am from quality time with my family who might implode with any wrong word,
I am from the good, the bad, and just a little bit of ugly for Uncle Julio.
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