Three handsome young men, no more than 20 or 21 chuckle as they are frisked at the security monitor - my heart grows heavy... large size 12 combat boots are inspected and given a dusting....they could very easily be my son.......pockets of nearly new fatigues are padded down - I can't take my eyes off them....good heavens you are but children...a tear leaks through..... the inspector gives them "that look"... A bit of pride.....a bit of thanks....but mostly that look of "God be with you young soldiers".A friend shouts past me to the boys...."Good luck in Afghanistan....."
I must turn away....tears fiercely welling.....they are someone's son.... change thoughts...and quickly....
