Family members were home and we gathered around “Happy” one of the crank organs my husband has built. We take turns at the crank and watch the paper roll miraculously make “happy” music. Never is this music played that it doesn’t result in smiling faces, and perhaps a few minutes when thoughts stray from troubles and trials.
Of course it’s apropos to roll out the crank organ when our family is celebrating. And this we were doing. Jeremy Broscious, our grandson, was home for a visit before returning to his Marine base in North Carolina. Jeremy, son of our daughter and husband, Matt and Janine Broscious, has served in the Marines for three years. It shouldn’t have taken us by surprise that Jeremy decided to serve his country in the armed forces. He was raised to love and respect the United States.
Most of his time has been spent in Okinawa, an island off Japan where he served with an elite group that oftentimes goes on special missions to unexpected places. He is also the leader of a group of men. Is he happy in what he is doing? We watched pictures of him in training, facing all kinds of situations, including pepper spray in the eyes, to tromping through waist-high mud. “I loved it” he said.
Jeremy is just one of the thousands of men who are trained to protect our country. It was great having him home. He’s always been fun and has remained so. It’s obvious that he is happy, music or no music. The fact that he will be married in April to a girl who is serving in the Marines adds to his happiness. She’ll understand why he wants to re-enlist. The organ will be rolled out again when we celebrate his marriage, and probably sooner, because, indeed, home is where the fun is.