My pop has sent me off to war more times that I am sure he cares to remember.
He's never complained. I have a son. The thought of him leaving and spending
time on the two way range is one of the few things that makes my blood boil. My
dad is a mans man. He never complains. Lung cancer and he worked every day
during treatment. Brain cancer and repeat. Prostate cancer and he's never missed
a day. He raised two unruly sons on his own and having raised a family of my own
I am in constant awe of this feat. Ya'll don't know me and my brother.......
Pop watches events unfold around him in this post modernist society and
just shakes his head. He never says much though he knows what's coming. He'll
ask me "Virgil, what are you going to do?" and I'll look at him and he'll say
"that's what I figure" "watch out for yer brother" and I'll always say "back to
back, pop, back to back". He raised us. He knows what we will and will not
tolerate. I know the kind of world I will leave for my young. Virgil's
Sunday Musing
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