The following is supposedly a true story relating a situation that actually occurred during the war.
During the Persian Gulf War, I was assigned to go to Saudi Arabia.
As I was saying good-bye to my family, my three-year-old son, Christopher,
was holding on to my leg and pleading with me not to leave.
“No, Daddy, please don’t go!” he kept repeating.
We were beginning to make a scene when my wife, desperate to calm him, said, “Let Daddy go and I’ll take you to get a pizza.”
Immediately, Christopher loosened his death grip, stepped back and in a calm voice said, “‘Bye, Daddy.