Let me tell you about my soldiers. Most of them are boys. Though there are a few girls who can stand up to the pressure.
They are my friends. And my family. They go by names like "MoJo" and "Cookie." I'm even seriously contemplating naming my next son after one of them.
They go bowling with us and eat holiday meals in our living room.
They have slept on my floor, bed, and air mattress. Two of them even had sex on my couch (Yes...I am serious...let's not talk about it, I'm still less than pleased with the drunk antics).
They call me Mama.
They say things like "She may be a six with a big forehead but she's my six and no one else can have her." or "Look the baby is in the forward leaning rest position, he may pass his PT test yet."
These are the men and woman that I surround myself with.
These are the men and woman that are going to war for my freedom and yours.
They are my friends.
And I am going to miss them.
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