"It's OK, there'll be other Christmases."
I'm not sure why I said that a few months ago when my youngest son, his mother, and I were sitting in a Navy recruiter's office, and the subject of a date to ship out came up.
Patrick has enlisted in the Navy to try to become the Navy's best medical corpsman ever. And I have no doubt he will.
It'll be good for him, I tell myself. He'll really get a good education and he'll see the world. I tell myself that, too.
There was a chance he wouldn't ship out until May, a greater chance he'd ship out in January.
Carolie told me last night he'll probably ship out -- for Chicago -- next Friday.
Rats
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