He's gone now, the last of my five sons to leave home. He flew away yesterday to his first duty station in Ramstein, Germany, just one young man amidst a sea of green and blue duffel bags and uniforms. I saw his face one last time, turned to me above that sea, and I saw his hand raised in farewell.
Good-bye, my son, and Godspeed. You are on your chosen journey now, and I am left standing on the shore to wave you on your way.
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