During my Iraq days, I wrote about a 23-year-old 1st Lieutenant in Fallujah:
We just keep growing these kids, asking them to do unbelievably important things in the harshest possible circumstances at an age when we should be worried if they aren't home by midnight much less home by next September and, oh, by the way, please be responsible for the lives of a dozen-or-so other soldiers most of whom are years - or decades - older than you are.
The day after The Lad went to kindergarten, he went to college. The following afternoon he was working for the President of the United States. Three years ago he was scheduling helicopters in the disaster zone which was New Orleans during that hurricane. Two years ago he was helping to re-elect the Governor of California. Now he's writing for RealClearPolitics, Politico and, of course, MULLINGS.
He is still the most important thing in my life. Where ever we are, we talk almost every day, The Lad and I.
In that way, on most days, we're still together.
In a land called Honalee.