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Last night our baby boy (17 next week) received his first armed services recruitment letter.
Don’t they know he’s just a boy?
Don’t they know he’s our baby?
Don’t they know that while he’s smart and brave and strong and tall … when we look at him we see that little wistful face, the boy who tilts his head to the side to sing and closes his eyes when he passionately makes a point? Don’t they know that this letter surely was meant for someone else? Someone … older?
I want to find my way back .. back to the days of Christopher Robin. Back to the days of .. Pooh.
