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  • The smile you see on his face is a sight I thought never to see again.At 18 he was a long haired,giggle weed toking,guitar playing gentle boy.At 18 and 3 months he was a child soldier,a stranger and a scary monster to me his Mom.He came home after 3 months of basic training to tell me" Their Mothers must cry ,not our Mothers",I said"WRONG,WRONG, WRONG, The world is too old for this,No One's Mother should cry" Here they took a piece of his fine warm heart
    At not quite 19 it happened,and in all of your anguish I tried to rock you without allowing my utter revulsion to come to the surface.They got your soul,a soul I had spent 18 years developing to a fine goodness,a sweetness so palatable you could bring tears to my eyes just by your speech.I was sure like your friends you were finished ,running off to India to lose your life to heroin,and who could have blamed you after what you had seen and been forced to do during your 3 year stay in that place.
    Instead my chanting prayers were answered and you went back home to America. In that I had the luck so many Mother's here don't get. You went thru some not too successful geographical cures in America but you found your place,and found the most wonderful girl and ,once again I see that smile ,all warm,wonderful, inviting and healing.They didn't take all of you my child soldier,you will grow to be a fine and compassionate man. You had a taste of what being part of the problem was like ,now you will be a part of the solution.Nothing in the world could be as beautiful to me as the smile you all see on my angel man's face.
    So sorry Cowbird Community,once again I had intended a happy story but this came instead.
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