With a uniform and a slip of paper a whole family can be ripped apart. Civilians will never understand true pain until they have this paper handed to them. No matter how well a man dresses it will never soften the blow of losing a soldier, a brother, a dad, a the blood that keeps this country alive. My base had ended up catching a bad cause of the slips. Handing them out like it was there job. I was only eight when I learned to fear this piece of paper. Pearl Harbor has been always a fun base. The lack of rain this summer was amazing. The only thing was today, even with the sun out and no clouds in sight. There still appeared to have rain drops hitting the floor.This is the first and only time I had seen both my parents crying at the same
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“You know I love you right and will always be here with you?” With that simple question I understood my dad’s job and all of my mom’s tears. I understood that my dad leaves and he might not come back and, the slip is what we will have instead of him. This trip might be his last and I could never see my dad again. This moment could be my last. When a few weeks had passed by the sense that goodbye. I regained my hopes of seeing my dad. I played with the other kids and was just back to being my idiot self. My dad's phone calls had stopped and he was never big on letters. I continued to shake off any negative thoughts. I was outside with my best friend Heidi making leis. She lived right across the street. When a man in a formal sailor uniform started walking down our street. My dad had never gone more than two days from not talking to us and, now it has been a week. The man had a slip in his hand. Seconds felt years as I watched him inch closer to my house. My thoughts had started to run wild. “This was the slip” “it is going to my house” “this piece of paper is the one that my dad takes away” “I am only eight how can I only have eight years with my dad”. The man stopped in the middle of the road right between me and Heidi’s house. This had to be the longest second of my life. The man turned right and went to knock. My knees felt as I fell to the ground. I wanted to puke. I started to
“You know I love you right and will always be here with you?” With that simple question I understood my dad’s job and all of my mom’s tears. I understood that my dad leaves and he might not come back and, the slip is what we will have instead of him. This trip might be his last and I could never see my dad again. This moment could be my last. When a few weeks had passed by the sense that goodbye. I regained my hopes of seeing my dad. I played with the other kids and was just back to being my idiot self. My dad's phone calls had stopped and he was never big on letters. I continued to shake off any negative thoughts. I was outside with my best friend Heidi making leis. She lived right across the street. When a man in a formal sailor uniform started walking down our street. My dad had never gone more than two days from not talking to us and, now it has been a week. The man had a slip in his hand. Seconds felt years as I watched him inch closer to my house. My thoughts had started to run wild. “This was the slip” “it is going to my house” “this piece of paper is the one that my dad takes away” “I am only eight how can I only have eight years with my dad”. The man stopped in the middle of the road right between me and Heidi’s house. This had to be the longest second of my life. The man turned right and went to knock. My knees felt as I fell to the ground. I wanted to puke. I started to