When my brothers were in high school a little movie entitled Top Gun came out and forever changed the ambitions of millions of young men.
My brothers were among those afflicted with the need for speed.
My mother, more than a little aware of the fact that her sons would want to follow in their father's footsteps, was now confronted with the reality that they might opt for the skies instead of the water.
So, wanting to deter their military endeavors, my mother did what any mother would: she took Paul, the eldest, to see Platoon in hopes of scaring the bejesus out of him.
It didn't work: this is Day 3.
I'm 32, a dad, and I am not a douchebag...
6 years ago