When my son unexpectedly volunteered for the US Navy, I was busy writing my novels and giving little thought to the men and women in the army．
My son, John Smith, recently came home 1 from the Middle East．He slowly appeared from a broken car．John 2 all night from a base near Washington, 3 he had landed the day before．He did not want me to meet him there．“I’ll need time to myself”my son said 4 calling from Kuwait on the way home．
I gave my wife a start Mother 5 son．“I was so worried,”Genie said．She pulled away to look up again and again to 6 he was really there．
My wife gave me a great gift: time alone with my boy．John was tired and stretched on his bed．I 7 down next to him．I just wanted to be certain that the nightmares I’d had about John being killed were 8 ．
I kept holding my son, the way I 9 when he was two and came into our bed after a scary dream．I asked John if he’d rather sleep than talk, and he said there would be time for 10 late．
With the 11 over, under and around me came incredible tiredness．I slept with his voice dying away．It was the first good sleep I’d had in months．I woke and John was asleep next to me．
Sitting by his bed watching him breathe, I found myself praying and 12 for all the fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, husbands and wives of those who were not coming home．For the first time in my life, I was weeping for 13 ．
Before my son went to war, I would never have shed tears for them．My son 14 me．He taught me that our men and women in uniform are not the“ 15 ”．They are our sons, daughters, brothers and sisters．Sometimes shedding tears for strangers is a holy duty．Sometimes it’s all we can do．
In my third year as a high school athletics coach, I gave a speech telling students and parents about the benefits of football．I gave the same 1 each year, aimin g at recruiting(招收)new team members．I talked about 2 football wasn't just for 3 athletes and how everyone could 4 from it．This year, a 5 looking couple approached me after my speech．They said their son really wanted to play football．They had tried to 6 him out of it, but he had his heart 7 on joining the team．
When they told me his name, my heart sank．Michael was five feet and ten inches tall and weighed about 108 pounds．He was a 8 boy, the constant target of other kids' jokes, and as far as I knew he had never 9 sports．I knew he would never 10 it through football practice, let 11 as a player．But we told them we could give it a try．
On the opening day of practice, Michael was the first player on the field, we did 30 minutes of warming-up 12 starting a one-mile jog around the track．I 13 my eye on Michael．At 50 yards he fell, and I helped him to his feet．“Michael,”I said,“Why don't you just 14 the mile?”He said in tears that he wanted to run with the others, so I let him go on． 15 he fell, but each time 16 himself up．
The same thing happened every day for weeks, and Michael gained strength both 17 and physically．By the last week of practice, Michael could run the mile without falling, we had 18 only one game that season, 19 the team cheered louder for Michael's run than the victory they had, Afterward, Michael approached me, and I told him how 20 I was of him．
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