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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.
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Caren Krutsinger
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