It was a very emotional time for me — my youngest son was about to leave for basic training. I took the day off so we could spend his last day as a civilian together. My son likes to pass himself off as a tough guy, but as we climbed into the car, he blurted out in a halting, sad voice, “I’m going to miss you.” Well, I just about lost it. The tears flowed from my eyes as I turned to say how much I was going to miss him too. That’s when I saw that he was addressing a can of Pepsi he’d just opened.
— Sue Struthers