As with any aspect of military life, glory is in the eye of the beholder. We wanted to say, “Glory is in the eye of the besoldier,” but it just wasn’t as funny on paper as it was in our heads. Oh well.
Anyway, glory can come in many forms for those in uniform. Some find glory in the bombing of an enemy military target or munitions factory. Some find glory escorting Air Force One to Los Angeles so the President can have dinner with George Clooney. Some find glory just knowing that they are part of the time-honored tradition of protecting the good ol’ U. S. of A. from the horrors of communism, fascism, and potential alien invasionism. Seriously. You show us a fighter pilot who wasn’t inspired to his or her calling by that scene at the end of Independence Day, and we’ll show you a liar.