monkeyswrench
To The Rescue!
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Well, our carrier group is now in the house. Suddenly I'm reminded of a kid, a few years younger than me, who lived down the street. He'd ride bikes with us, hang around kid. He went into the Marines out of school.
When I saw him next was about 2005. Sticker on his truck summed it up for me. "Support the Warrior, Not the War". He lost his left leg at the knee in Iraq. 25 years old or so, walking with a cane.
I think about this now. I'm too old and broken by military standards. One son, I don't think, could be called up. The other would be the perfect candidate, big, strong...and incredibly loyal to those he cares about.
I'm a bit worried for the future...and now isn't exactly a picnic.
When I saw him next was about 2005. Sticker on his truck summed it up for me. "Support the Warrior, Not the War". He lost his left leg at the knee in Iraq. 25 years old or so, walking with a cane.
I think about this now. I'm too old and broken by military standards. One son, I don't think, could be called up. The other would be the perfect candidate, big, strong...and incredibly loyal to those he cares about.
I'm a bit worried for the future...and now isn't exactly a picnic.