...Meet Molly (on the left side of the picture)...
Molly was one of my first friends I made ten summers ago during my first week in college. We played basketball together. She was an engineer and I was a writer (so she tutored me on fundamental math homework and I edited her English papers).
Fast forward four years, and Molly and I had lived either with each other or doors away from each other for our entire college career (including those months in London where I kept referring to the Eiffel Tower as the Empire State Building). We were now sorority sisters (Pi Phi). I was getting married and moving to ooooooo-klahoma. Mollster was my maid of honor. I got married young. Really young. Most of my friends were used to planning prom and sorority after parties, not weddings. But Mollster rose to the occasion - accompanying me to dress fittings, tastings, anything.
We've kept in touch, lost touch, got back in touch in the last seven years. Nothing really changes though. She'll always be my Mollster.
So...my point. Molly graduated from college and got a great job with a great company. A dream job, by any standards. But she wanted more. She comes from a patriotic family, but I'm not sure anyone expected the day she told us she wanted to become a Marine.
...And become a Marine she did. Not just that - she became a Marine helicopter pilot. She met Jeff, her now fiance (and just an all-around wonderful person), who she'll marry next May, and now the two of them are in Iraq. Separate squadrons, but they have seen each other a handful of times since arriving there this spring.