This was something I scrawled on the back of a military document on 28 August, 1997. Some of military life is hidden discreetly from the general public (a good thing). There are sacrifices we make that exact a deep emotional price. This one recalled the abandonment of my father and the anguish in spending so much time away from my little Johnny whom I would never abandon, but who was too young to understand that at the time.
Originally posted 25 November 2021
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