Living Vicariously Through Dad

AJChenMPH

AJChenMPH

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AFTER EIGHT WONDERFUL YEARS as an Air Force pilot, I reluctantly accepted a non-flying assignment. My wife and daughter were delighted that I wouldn't be flying for a while, but my four-year-old son seemed unhappy about the whole thing. He revealed his feelings one day when we heard the familiar roar of a fighter aircraft overhead. As I glanced longingly upward, I heard him sigh and then say quietly, "There goes somebody else's daddy."

Contributed to "Humor In Uniform" by MAJ. C. R. McKelvy

Provided Courtesy of Reader's Digest.
 
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