...but when he called me today in between Basic and AIT, I knew he wasn't the boy I waved goodbye to just a few short weeks ago. I knew this was no longer the little kid that looked up to me with sparkling eyes when I let him shoot one of my handmade bows. This was not the kid that was a little too excited when I said "OK" the first time he announced, "I'll drive, I have a license."
No, by no technicality is he my son. But the love and pride I have for him shows in the tears on my face. I know a father's fear of losing him, a father's pride in his accomplishments, a father's joy in seeing him becoming a man and a soldier.
Atta boy, Bugsy!