Maybe it's just me, but sometimes I feel when we watch our soldiers march in a parade or a special ceremony that we get so mesmerized by their crisp uniforms, perfect physics, stern faces, precision movements and bright medals that we forget these soldiers are folks just like us; with families, dreams, loved ones. Remember the freckled face kid next to you in grade school? How about the jock that raced the track faster than anyone? Or maybe the quiet...