Both my parents were Marines. My brother was a Marine. Many in my family have served in some capacity and I am proud. Not just today, but every day. I miss US holidays. The comradeship, sense of belonging, what brings a nation together. Sure, there’s a lot of superficial hoopla that goes along with it – and I miss that, too. But just for a little while, everyone feels as one. Peaceful. Happy. The BBQs are lit and families and friends gather to celebrate everything that is good and euphoria prevails. I miss it. I sit here in Scotland and the rain splashes against the windows and I look at my Instagram and Facebook and see all my family and friends and I am grateful. Even though I’m not there, they are with me. And I smile.