I never understood the obsession with men in uniform. Who wants a man who is more devoted to the federal government than he is to you? That could never be me. I don't care how good his ass looks in those camo pants. I couldn't have told you anything about the army, and all their acronyms were completely lost on me. When every other girl swooned over those sweaty bodies on the cover of books, all I could do was roll my eyes. A man like that could never love me enough. Until he showed up. Everything has changed, and I don't know how to explain this to my friends and family. I was America's #1 hater of military men. Yet, here I am, supporting him, wanting him, needing him... falling for him? God, I couldn't be more confused. My whole life is swirling around me like the winds of a hurricane. I am standing in the eye, watching the beauty and horror, and simply hoping to survive. It's terrifying, incredible, and god forsakenly exhilarating. Who would have thought? Everything I could ever have wanted would be wrapped up in the most unlikely package.