


Jack loved playing inside the submarine. It was hard to tear him away.


Once again, the leash came in very handy.
Jack loved the ferry out to the U.S.S. Arizona.
Dear Lord/ Lest I continue / My complacent way / Help me to remember
Somehow out there / A man died for me today. / As long as there be war
I then must / Ask and answer / Am I worth dying for?"
-Poem Eleanor Roosevelt kept in her wallet during World War II
Of course, Jack fell asleep on the ride back to the hotel... for a whole 10 minutes.
1 comment:
One of the worst parts of having boys (for me) is the thought that they might have to go to war some day. I can't bear the thought.
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