Young soldiers

A friend writes:

Three young men, no more than 20 or 21 chuckle as they are frisked at the security pass through - (my heart grows heavy...) - large size 12 combat boots are inspected and given a dusting....(they could be my son)....pockets of nearly new fatigues are rubbed down - I can't take my eyes off them....(good heavens you are but a child...a tear leaks through.....) and the inspector gives them "that look"... A bit of pride.....a bit of thanks....but mostly that look of "God be with you young soldiers...."

A friend shouts past me to the boys...."Good luck in Afghanistan....."

I must to turn away.....and change thoughts...quickly....