Remember, my memory is crappy but I'll tell you what I do remember. He was coming home for Christmas, and I met his mom and sister (for the very first time) at the local mall in my town. His sister was 11, I think and I was 15. We went to pick him up but I don't remember if it was at the airport, bus or train station. I probably don't remember because those details weren't important to me. What was important is that I got to see him as soon as I could. On the way home, his mom drove and his sister was in the front seat while we were in the back. He looked very different because that's what basic training does, puts you in the best shape of your life. He had a washboard stomach and very short hair, looked very good. His mom wanted to stop off at the local bar to buy him a beer. I think she was very proud of him. We snuggled in the back seat all the way home. I don't remember how long he was back, my guess a couple of 2 or 3 weeks. I don't know if we went "up north" to spend Christmas with Grandpa and Grandma or if that came later. He gave me my first promise ring for Christmas. I knitted him a scarf that was a steel gray-blue. It didn't look so good at the beginning of it but got better as it went on. The other thing I really remember it that I was so sick when he left that I could hardly talk. It was really bad saying goodbye when you can't talk and it's worse crying when you can't speak.
He and I had exchanged letters while he was gone. He looked very good and I think the army was very good for him. I sometimes wonder if things would have been better for him if he had stayed in.
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