My daughter called today to tell me that my grandson was sworn into the Air Force today. He's only seventeen and will graduate the end of May. Two weeks later, he'll begin basic training. What happened to the little boy who used to amuse me with his grown up words and sense of humor?
Is this the same boy who made black belt in Tae Kwon Do?
I remember seeing a child breaking boards with his head and concrete blocks with his hands. Now he's a man. A man old enough to fight for his country.
So today, my grandmother's heart is proud of the strong man, but sorrowed at losing the little boy.
Fly, Eagle, Fly!
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