That was the hardest, and most rewarding thing I've ever had to do.
I refused to cry in-front of him. And I couldn't stop from smiling.
He's on a bus, on his way to Parris Island this very moment. Maybe he's already asleep. He'll be there at about 0100 tomorrow.
I won't get his address for at least a week.
And now he's off to his dream.