Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Goodbye Girl

I'm bad at goodbyes. Really. The kids were great. They blew dad kisses as he walked away.

Me? Nope, I just cried. And, cried some more. I never worried about stuff like that till 9/11. Now, I fret every time he gets on an airplane.

He called me to let me know he arrived safely in Baltimore. Now all I have to worry about is him and Chicken Legs stumbling home safely after imbibing copious amounts of alcoholic beverages while ogling girls and regaling the world with their Army stories.


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