We just returned from Texas where we watched our 22-year-old grandson Jordan graduate from Air Force basic training. It was a long car trip. The weather was hot and we drove through frog-strangling downpours. But, the trip was worth every hard travel moment.
I got all emotional and teary-eyed watching Jordan. He is a tall, handsome young man. In his uniform, he was the epitome of class. He stood ramrod straight and acted like a mature, responsible adult. His squadron was chosen to carry the flags in the ceremony. They presented themselves with honor.