The DoD Museum

One of the unique things about being in the military is being around people who aren't. I enjoy their perspective, and often ask colleagues what transformed them from being a punk-ass civilian high school student to a boot-wearing officer of action. It's probably akin to why I enjoy reading presidential biographies so much. Learning in reverse how these 42 unique individuals became extraordinary citizens from common, everyday people.
Andrew Jackson killed a guy! After taking the dude's first bullet in a duel! This so impresses me more than it does Ainsley.
Anyhoo, today I got the opportunity to give a friend of a friend from college a short tour of the Pentagon with her sister's family. They were blown away by the history, the military art, the grandeur. We were very fortunate on the "E Ring", when a Master Sergeant asked where they were from and guided us into his boss' office -- the Secretary of the Air Force (who wasn't in). Heck, I told them, even I'd never been in that room before. (It's about the size of one level of my house.)
I had to scoot to a meeting, so they only got to see about 6% of the joint, but were effusive with their thanks. When in all actuality it was my day that had been made.