The Air Force Kid just called. He’s okay, which is huge for me. On a mission, no details given or asked for, but he did get a chance to check out the weblog and leave a couple of notes, so I got congrats from him on finishing the book. (He also got the first reader’s copy of The Ruby Key. I only got four of those, and with a husband and three kids in different places… well, you do the math.)
Anyway. Okay. Intact. Happy, even. This is big. And I got the usual “Hi, Mom!” from buddies in the background, and the sort of worrisome “We’re taking care of your boy….” with echoes of wicked laughter following. 
He’s with good people, he’s glad to be doing what he’s doing, and glad he enlisted. And he added that the Air Force was the best thing he ever did for himself.
When you consider that he is way in the middle of harm’s way and under attack regularly, this is one hell of a statement. I’m so proud of him.
Congrats again! What a great kid.
Having served during the Vietnam era, I understand the concern for his safety. I’m proud that there are young men and women who want to serve their country.
From the notes you have written in your blog, he sounds like a young man who I would very much like to meet. And that shows how great a mom you have been.
You have more than every reason to be proud of him.
His comrades sound like a cute bunch of guys. Glad to he your son is well.
Glad he is okay and doing well. Any idea when he’s supposed to be coming home?
Ah, the wicked laughter. I remember it well. It’s a good sign that he’s with a good group — as you clearly understand.