I remember my first Thanksgiving day away from home, I was still in Navy Boot Camp at NTC Orlando. By that time, the 34 women that I had been bunking with were no longer strangers, but sisters. There were some of us that were able to go nearby families homes to celebrate the day. It was done by lottery, and I wasn't very lucky. That morning I was awake and up and out the door for our morning run, then back to change for breakfast, then to Damage Control and Firefighting... It was a busy day. That evening we entered the great dining hall to be surprised by table cloths on the tables, a beautiful centerpiece at every table, and best of all, the smell of sage, roasted turkey and pumpkin spice permeated the air. I was immediately homesick, and fought hard to tear up. My second time away from family at Thanksgiving I was up at my first duty station in WA, and ended up going to dinner with a few friends at Black Angus... had steak for Thanksgiving... didn't feel much like Thanksgiving at all... without the turkey, trimmings and family.