Reflections

I listened the other day as a young mom called after her son to, “WALK PLEASE!”

Christmas 1993

In that instant I was brought back to a time when my boys were 4 and 6 years old. I was convinced I’d go to my grave yelling Walk! If there was a puddle in an acre of land, my two sons were in the middle of it.

Nelson in the rain.

Years later, when my oldest son decided to apply for an Army ROTC scholarship, and to attend The Citadel, I reminded myself of these two mud covered boys and the times when they would play soldier.

Taylor loved to run.

It really is in their DNA.

Not much has changed.

Muddy 2011 BVA's

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