Last night I sat perched on a stool at Galway Bay's bar for a couple hours, nursing two glasses of house Cabernet, snacking on corned beef poppers from my friend's plate. It was a typical quiet November mid-week night, and the bar was half-full until around 9pm. All of a sudden, a surge of midshipmen arrived, as boisterous as forty 22-year olds are when they've just received their assignments for the next 4 years of their lives. But they didn't act like the stereotypical crazy college seniors on a wild night out. They were excited, but polite, and listened with respect as the leader (commander? captain?) gave a toast to their futures. We spoke with a few of the mids, who shared their assigned positions with us. Each was so enthusiastic, not only to have a guaranteed job for the next four years, but to be helping our country in a time of need. Talking to them gave me a sense of pride... I'm not really sure why- I hadn't done anything. I guess I was just proud of these people, all strangers to me, on the brink of their futures, getting ready to go out into the world. It's similar to the position I'm in myself. I only hope we will all find our ways and accomplish great things, wherever our paths may lead us.
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