Personal Narrative-My Daddy's Special Forces Ring

My Daddy’s Special Forces Ring “Come on girls, it’s time to go to Green Ramp.” That was the one sentence I used to hate hearing growing up because I knew what was about to happen. My Dad would be leaving for months on end for a war that I felt was never ending. I would get up and grab my mother 's’ hand and fiddle with the ring she wore on her right hand as she walked us into Green Ramp. I still remember how ice cold it would feel on my small fingers. I never used to understand the meaning of it back then, but I do now. I would think What a weird ring mom has on. What does it even mean? I’m seventeen now, so I now know that it is the Special Forces symbol. A symbol of respect, gratitude, fight, war, heroes and my life. The planes were never …show more content…
This time was very different from the rest of them. I was at a horse show and I knew that my father had to leave to deploy but I could not go with him this time because of how busy my schedule was that day. I remember running after my dad whenever he tried to leave me to drive to Green Ramp by himself. I thought that it would be the last time I would ever see him again. I thought that my father, the man that I looked up to so much would not be there to help push me or be there to support me anymore if he left. I sat and cried in his arms in the driveway of a rented cabin for what seemed like hours. I can still almost taste the salt of my tears from that day or the feel the goosebumps on my skin from the harsh cold wind that was blowing and swirling around us. I can definitely still feel the heartbreak I felt whenever his truck’s tires rolled across the gravel and onto the main road. But the most important thing I can remember was that my dad came back that night. His leave time had been pushed back until the morning and my dad still decided to come back instead of waiting there like everyone else did. He chose me, he chose my sister and he chose our