It wasn’t my plan to have a warrior goddess daughter (”Diosa Guerrera, Alma de Espana”), but Anoreth, who just turned 21, never wanted anything except to be in the military. She chose the Coast Guard because they promised to put her on the front lines, and they did: 2-1/2 years in the Pacific, on drug and immigration enforcment, fisheries enforcement, and “showing the flag” in tiny Asian ports my dad never saw on an aircraft carrier.
Afghanistan is a scary prospect, but so is sending a teenager to college, knowing that nobody is monitoring his drinking and driving until it’s too late. The military, at least, has an investment in his survival. Bombard your son with mail ... if he doesn’t want to hear about the tomato worms or the dog’s sore foot, maybe his platoon-mates who aren’t getting mail will.
thank you.....you are such a gem....God Bless your brave daughter.....
I am committed to loving him so hard, he will report me for stalking!!!