Yesterday was my son’s birthday. He’s 25………..
25. Boy how I thought I had the world on fire at that age. Add about 16 years more of marriage and getting beaten down by life to realize I did not. Ah the naivete of youth!
When I was 25 I spent the year flying Orange Air, Drug Operations ( the first ordered by Reagan), workups which got extended into a (mini) Med Cruise off of Lebanon, followed by an I.O cruise. I think I was home all of 90 days that year………
My son still lives with my ex, hates it, and is slowly but surely coming to understand what a corrosive influence she is . However at this point, I have to be content to offer him encouragement, sit on my hands and hope he makes the right choices. I now appreciate my father a hell of a lot more than I used to…………
And to add insult to injury I had to take the train up to Misawa…………….no night life here.
