My son was talking the other day about how exciting it would be like to be in a place like the Korengal Valley (in Afghanistan) when I pointed out, "You could get killed by a sniper. Or blown up by an IED. Or maybe you'll just have your legs blown off."
Now that Johnny has actually enlisted, there's really no point to my warning him of these dangers anymore. For a long time I did so in a vain attempt to discourage him from enlisting, though by this past year it was evident my words were bouncing off deaf ears. Now that he's actually about to be a soldier I should probably just be supportive. The fact that I still warn him is a matter of habit, I suppose.
Johnny just sort of gave a half laugh and said, "Here I was having a good time and....Dad, there's no one who can kill a good vibe quite like you."
I can't really argue.