I went to the post office the other day and standing behind me was a big, strapping marine. Dressed in camo fatigues and heavy boots, he stood straight and tall, cloaked in quiet dignity and a strength that was apparent in his muscular physique.
A feeling shot through me that's hard to explain. No...it wasn't lust, he was young enough to be my son. It was more like a feeling of safety, that everything would be okay.
As I was leaving the postal clerk who was helping me the young soldier and I almost ran into each other. He stopped, motioned me to continue on with a polite word and a smile that was like a breath of fresh air. And I thought, how proud his mother and family must feel, while struggling with the fear of what he does for a living, where he might have go to serve the United States.
True, for now he was in Florida.
Where will he be tomorrow?