In my last entry, I said my son went to basic training at Fort Hood. WRONG! His boot camp was at Fort Benning, Georgia. How could I forget? My daughter and I went that long, long trip to watch him graduate.
That's the trouble with getting older: your memories blur, and names and places get mixed up.
At least I caught this mistake before anyone else jogged my memory, although I'm sure my son or daughter noticed it.
It was at Fort Benning, watching the graduation ceremonies, that I realized most of the soldiers who died in all of our wars were just boys! I mean, these guys marching in front of the grandstands all looked like kids. That's when it hit me that my Uncle Paul and my brother-in-law, Russell, were kids when they fought in World War II, not old guys, as I knew them to be at that time.
It was an eye-opening experience.
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That would be an eye opening exerience.
Terra
They are all so young...just babies and they are out there defending our country. I pray for them every day ! 'On Ya' - ma
It is amazing to note that. I respect anyone who's served their country in this way. And it's Veteran's Day tomorrow, I just realized. Amazing.
Ah yes, Fort Benning. I was born and raised in Columbus Georgia so we were always seeing those good men around town. We moved just south of Atlanta when I was 16, but I still have family there. It is definitely slower paced.
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