It’s been a year since I wrote this about our boy. Thankfully he and our wonderful Army daughter-in-law are safe. The military boys of Bartow have since added another to their ranks as our dear Mark is currently in Naval training. We are so proud of them all.
It is still hard for me to believe that our son is a Veteran. Veterans are supposed to be fathers or grandfathers or mothers. Never our kids.
But he is, proudly serving and thankfully safe and sound after three years, one deployment and too many miles away from home.
The U.S. Air Force is lucky to have him and also two of his great friends from childhood. These three boys—they’re men now I suppose but will always be boys to me—who in high school staged strategic toilet paper attacks with military precision the likes of which our small town had never seen. With their own special redneck ingenuity, they engineered a giant slingshot in the back of one’s pickup truck to shoot grapefruit and soda cans across empty fields. It worked well until they learned about backdraft the hard way, shooting out the truck’s rear window.
Now they have each…
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