snow to make sure that america 's elected officials were able to do their job. i, whose literal blood sweat and tears were shed that day, defending the building that i spent countless holidays and weekends working in. i am the proud granddaughter of a marine, that fought in battle of the chosin reservoir in the korean war. i think of my papa often in these days, how he was so young and thrown into a battle he never saw coming. and answered the call at a great personal cost. how he lived the rest of his days with bullets and shrapnel in his legs. but never once complained about his sacrifice. i would like to think that he would be proud of me. part of his granddaughter, that stood her ground that day and continue fighting even though she was wounded. like he did, many years ago. i am my grandfather's granddaughter, proud to put on the uniform, and serve my country.