Snaggged By a Good Recruiter

Phone call; Mom, I can’t do this. Don’t do it, I replied. Settled. Next day, same child, same phone. I’m enlisting, she says. Wait! I cried. “Yesterday you said.” “I have to go, Mom.” The recruiter was apparently listening. Wait! I cried, helpless, as the phone rang off. The Air Force was good to my child. She thrived there; they paid for lots of college. Twenty years is a lot faster than you think, young’uns.