Pensamientos

St. Patrick's Day finds me reminiscing about my son Paul who's returning from the war in Iraq. My mind's eye today sees him as a soldier in military fatigues, topped with a helmet, carrying a rifle while lurking in the shadows of an Iraqi village, seeking insurgents. My mind's eye of yesterday's past sees Paul in a green beret and white shirt, carrying a trumpet while marching to the beat of celebratory drums in the Las Vegas St. Patrick's Day parade. Further back, my mind recalls a 5 year old in a cub scout uniform, sweetly selling jamboree tickets door to door with a small voice and precious innocent smile. Other uniform images cross my thoughts; soccer uniforms, basketball uniforms, band uniforms, baseball uniforms. It seems like my son was born to wear some type of uniform. I treasure these images on this St. Patrick's Day as I await my son's return to America.