Serving in a war on the other side of the world, the word “freedom” gets thrown around quite a bit. It is usually used to describe the basis for contingency or in other abstractions. Eventually, the word loses its meaning and becomes just another catchphrase. However, the most concrete definition of freedom I can think of is the ability to be able to go where I need to, when I need to, and powered solely by myself. Whether here in a deployed location in the midst of a war, or back at home, I can attain that feeling of freedom simply- and exclusively- from riding my bike. In spite of hostile fire, adverse conditions, and the general sense of being so far from home, I am comforted by the child-like sensation of getting behind a set of handlebars and pedaling away to my destination.