Future Master Gunner

Little Gunner at 6 days old...already preparing himself to enlist as a Tanker.

Homecoming, Take II

I had the pleasure of bringing my son home today for the first time.

"Bundle Of Joy" is an understatement. Usually, when I think of newborns, I think of these whiny, snot-nosed, annoying little babies. For some reason, Gunner is different. He is a very quiet, very calm little baby. Just a pleasure.

I got to bond with my son for the first time on Friday. I was the first one to feed him, the first one to burp him, and the first to change him and put him to sleep. I really feel like I have made a connection with my son, and I'm telling you...it's the greatest feeling in the world.

I don't see how a person can abort a fetus. I was holding a perfect little human being, and I was so overcome with emotion, it was so unlike anything I had ever felt before. I can't imagine what would possess someone to commit murder on this small, helpless, human being. I have interacted with my son, while he was still in the womb. I talked to him, played with him, felt him kick, felt his little hiccups...

As a Soldier, a Combat Arms Soldier, at that; I have the power of life and death. I can kill another human being without a second thought. I have been trained to do so with little or no emotion whatsoever. But this tiny, living, breathing, thinking human being: I would kill anyone who tried to harm him. I would gladly give my life to prevent a single hair on his perfect little head from being harmed.

My Son, The Tanker

My newborn son, born 1248hrs, 1 Apr 05.