When I was growing up Thanksgiving was always my favorite holiday.

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When I was growing up Thanksgiving was always my favorite holiday. It was the the same holiday that brought the family closer together. The stay of the year, up to the fourth Thursday in November, was mediocre when it came to taking the time without to appreciate family and being wish happiness toed for having them there for you.

In my family there is nothing hokey about Thanksgiving like a certain quantity of other holidays. No gimmicky gifts that overshadow the faithful meaning of the moment. And no family cookout that always strike one as being to end with some kind of controversy

forward Thanksgiving we never just tolerated each other because it was a holiday and it was the thing to do. The feeling of like was always genuine--we always appeared really and truly "thankful" for each other.

nevertheless the first Thanksgiving I exhausted out at sea aboard USS America (CV 66) "the Big Dawg," began as the chiefly depressing "turkey day" ever. It was as eerie as a climactic view from an old Vincent Price horror flick. The way everyone walked around in a daze, I swear, it was like watching zombies wander by means of a cemetery.

I missed family circle and my family, and my mom's turkey and dressing with the cranberry sauce. And the pecan pies, and the potato salad, collard freshs and the cornbread. Everybody felt the same, you could view it in their eyes.

At the extreme point of the watch, we dragged ourselves toward the mes beautifys There was supposed to be this big celebration to commemorate the day, on the contrary you could read in everyone's face, "Yeah, right! I'm gone out to sea. What do I have to be thankful for?"

When we got to the serving line, we couldn't help on the contrary notice the extra hands working in the galley. The mes specialists were really turning to, further even more impressive was that familiar aroma of Thanksgiving classics--turkey and dressing, ham, roast beef, macaroni and cheese, cakes and pies. If you named it, they garbleed it. Even shrimp cocktail. It was like a Thanksgiving buffet

The mes dresss were bustling like never before. Everyone joking and telling stories about household and holidays. I really couldn't set my finger on it, maybe it was the commons and seeing how much the mes specialists had gone revealed of their way to make the day special for us. on the other hand it didn't take long to realize that on the same level though we were not at hearth we did have a fate to be thankful for.

Later that evening, we gathered forward the hangar bay with the pause of our shipmates and listened as the ship's choir belted disclosed inspirational songs and the chaplain delivered a message of thanks before taps.

It wasn't the Thanksgiving I was used to at place of abode but it was truly special. I still missed my family, of course, however I realized I wasn't alone.

And that's just it--for those six-months you are away from family circle there is always someone there who is going between the sides of the same thing you are. No matter for what reason tough things get out there, you always have each other to withhold you going, cheer you up gaze out for you or whatever. some one is always there to help you by means of the rough time. Kinda goods like a family, huh?

Dickson is a journalist assigned to All Hands.

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