The boys wore t-shirts that had faded to pastel and the loudest, most garish, baggiest, swim-trunks I had ever seen. It was all I could do not to laug...h.After we had the car packed, there was a short negotiation for seating preference. It was mostly a discussion over who would get to drive, with Jim volunteering to start, Bud offering to drive back and me staying completely out of it. As it worked out, Bud and I rode in the back with Jim in the front seat and Mom driving. There was a. Military personnel in a toxic environment, e.g., during a chemical, biological, radiological, or nuclear strike.They grumbled as they began to pull out their gear and put it on, I looked at Michael and asked, “Where’s your MOPP gear?”He replied, “My EOD suit is my MOPP which is back at the Stryker.”I smiled at him and said, “Don’t worry, I stashed some extras in my UOP pack.”I looked at a Pvt. and ordered, “Find the Marine who has my UOP pack and have him haul ass up here ASAP.”He wisely asked,. Thank you for the letting me recount the memory of my sorority sister's son. If you enjoyed my memories and wish me to write more, which includes my son, please let me know in the comments and click the thumbs up.After a sorority sister invited me for a week-long out-of-town spring getaway to her home, we discovered over coffee that both our sons were soon graduating high school. One late afternoon over martinis, she disclosed that in preparation for college, with her son’s blossoming. I was just putting the last dish in the cabinet when I turned around and saw Michelle, dressed only in her short pink terry cloth robe. Her long tanned smooth legs jutted out from underneath it just about four inches above the knee. She was leaning up against the door jam smiling, her long damp now straight hair hanging over her shoulders. Michelle was so beautiful no matter her appearance."I just love a man who does the dishes," she said as I walked towards her."And I just love a woman who.