In case I didn't hate the war enough already...

I know that 'really' he isn't mine. I know that I was there shortly after he was born and held him in the hospital, and raised him for 6+ of his current 17 years of life. What terrifies me is that I know he is going to end up in Iraq, and he knows and he is doing it anyway. If he survives the experience, he will no longer be the innocent boy I have always known. He starts boot camp today so keep him in your thoughts.