[Norm K]

I cried when I held my oldest son after he got off the bus at Twentynine Palms after his first combat deployment to Iran.

I cried again the second time.

I cried as I delivered my beloved father's euolgy.

Then yet again when son number two returned from his first deployment to Afghanistan.

And there I went again, when number two returned his second time.

I wish I was done with tears but fear more events are in the offing that will elicit further episodes.

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