Camouflaged

Having jus’ gotten off duty, I was still in my camouflage fatigues when I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a couple of items. Finished, I went to the check-out stand, where I ended up standing behind a mother and her young son.

He was about seven and eye-balled me seriously for about a minute. The way he stared at me left me feeling slightly unnerved and caused me to check not only to see if my gig-line was straight, but to make sure my fly was buttoned.

Then he looked up at his mom and loudly whispered, “Does he think he can’t be seen?”

A few year later and now out of the Marine Corps, my six-year-old son, Kyle came walking quietly down the hallway dressed in camouflage pants and a long sleeve camouflage tee-shirt.  I said good morning to him.

He stopped, dead in his tracks and with eyes wide from surprise, and asked, “You can see me?”