Another day

Last night I picked up my phone to call him to see what he was up to. It didn't work too well. Those tears are always right behind the eyes waiting to fall out. It's like perminant PMS.
Today is Saturday. We went to Trinity site where all that is left of a lake of green glass is little bits of green crackle which you can find hiding in the dirt.
It's toxicity has declined to the point where it is less radioactive than a person.
Such a small indicator with so much anguish coming.
I can hope the world has gone beyond that and my golden warrior child won't have to face true evil.
Tomorrow, Sunday, at least he gets the morning off for worship. I wonder what he will do with it?

"It is at this point that a recruit must come to terms with the decision he or she has made and develop the true determination needed to make it through the process of becoming a United States Marine. The final "moment of truth" is offered to those who have been dishonest about their eligibility, such as drug use, judicial convictions, or other disqualifying conditions."  

                                                                                                                           --- wikipedia