I grew up on Ft. Monroe. Learned to swim at the Officer’s Club pool, walked the Casemate, watched the fireworks and listened to the cannons at Fourth of July. I remember stopping every night on the way off post. We’d stand next to the car and listen as Taps played and the colors were struck – feeling awash in awe, wonder and pride. It’s where many of my happiest and most indelible memories were made. It’s where I learned the importance of family, friends and service.
Years later, when it came time to start my own family it’s only natural I was drawn back to Old Point Comfort. Late one cold February night, I convinced my girlfriend to join me to watch the submarines head out to sea from the Gazebo. Getting down on one knee in the pitch black with the wind whipping around us and the smell of the sea in the air was about as perfect an engagement as you could want. Eight months later our friends and family gathered at Ft. Monroe again, this time to celebrate our wedding. Some of my happiest days are wrapped up in the majesty of Freedom’s Fortress, but nothing will ever compare to that magical night in the dark when she said yes.