Robert, my oldest son. I am very proud of my young man. He's a good dad and a good man. A corpsman in the Navy, he works with the Marines mostly in emergency medical units. I am not too thrilled with his choice of career, but he is doing what he dreamed of doing and doing it well. For that I am grateful. He's off to Afghanistan very soon. I haven't even begun to worry about that. I am sure learning some patience lately. Too bad it's one of the things I tend to learn the hard way. I did pretty good when he went to Iraq. One of the things that helped was sending care packages regularly. Thank goodness for flat rate boxes!