Thirty eight years ago I saw my Dad off to Vietnam. I cried like a baby. Late last night I saw my youngest child off to Iraq for the second time. I never let him see me cry, but I wanted so much to be like that little girl. My heart breaks for her because I understand why my son is going and it doesn’t make the facts any easier.
“I never let him see me cry”
Didn’t let mine see me cry either. I’m not so sure about the next time he’s deployed.