Hey there, America! Remember me? I know it’s been a while. For the past two years I’ve been residing in Germany, following the love of my life to yet another duty location. And as much as I love it here (and I definitely do), I often miss you.

You’re 242 years old today, Independence Day, but, my, oh my, you certainly look good. You’ve been through a lot over these past almost two and a half centuries. You’ve had your ups and downs, but I still would choose you over living almost anywhere else.
You will always be my home, sweet home.
This year, for the second year in a row, I won’t be celebrating your birthday with fireworks (they’re illegal here in Germany except for New Year’s Eve or unless you apply for a special permit). But instead of celebrating with fireworks, I’m celebrating your birthday on the beaches of Normandy, touring the local D-Day history, and staying in a special place right on Omaha Beach.
A place outside of America where Americans had a large impact.
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