The missus and I drove to Minneapolis for the weekend. There we met not only friends that I haven’t seen for 40 years, but also new friends that shared a military mission with. At one point during the weekend I mentioned that I am closer to my military comrades than I am to my own flesh and blood siblings. To my surprise there was not one word of dissent.
In the military, people learn that it is not about the one, but the whole and in order to ensure the whole survives we much all look out for each other. It’s too bad that that all siblings don’t to the same.