I couldn’t be more proud of “my kids.”
I say my kids because four years ago I watched them; wide-eyed, insecure adolescents filled with a mixture of hope, fear, and uncertainty, “doolies,” some barely 18 years of age.
Through my lens, I have watched them grow and mature into women and men of great strength, integrity, and character, who will one day be tasked with leading our country.
Among the newest batch of second lieutenants, 360 will directly attend pilot training, 89 will work in space and cyber space fields, 89 will attend graduate school and 44 will join nuclear missile operations.
I still have a difficult time parallel parking, let alone flying a fighter jet (which is amongst one of the many reasons I am an artist).
840 hats were tossed in the air, voices raised in celebration as the F-4 Thunderbirds echoed their roaring sentiments.
You’re not kids any longer, congratulations Class of 2015.