Navy comin’ ta take ma’ son away. They got the Army report about Allah cries. Dohn’t like it much. Fact is, they down right hate it. Dohn’t be know why. Just don’t. But they gonna be here soon. Least they will be doin’ somethin’. Those cries of Allah before a feedin’ are bad, very bad. I fear for ma’ son.
I just can’t be believin’ the injustice in da’ world. I know things not always fair. The Lord’s got many a people to see and feel. But I was hopin’ my the prayer to my unborn seed would be an Army baby was somethin’ the lord be watchin’ over.
It’s hard to see it, but ma’ son’s been trade to the Navy. Those Army people see they just don’t be needin’ ma’ boy right now. They see Navy will be needin’ my son more dan them. Those Army people see nothin’ I can be doin’ to stop this. Got live with it. I suppose he’s goin’ at least be do some fightin’.
Army growth hormones arrived today. Enough here to make ma’ boy a man in a few years.
Good golly there are a lot of bottles of this stuff. I only be hopin’ that there’s some good steps to let me know what’s what. All these growth hormone containers and tools are confusin’. I supposin’ I could call the Army Child Doctor. Just need to find the site number. I want to see. Need to know what do.
Ma’s son will soon be ready to hold a gun and take some marchin’ orders!
Ain’t no Army Priest shown up, but the Army Insurance card came in the mail. Now ma’ son’s got his health insurance and we’ve’a got some life insurance case’in the boy is a, is a, is dead, I guess. I haven’t much thought about the life insurance. Don’t care much for it. But this here insurance card means we’ve a got a way to help him sometimes when his sick. Card don’t cover much. A few colds. A major surgery. And a few broken limbs. But it’s better ‘dan nuttin’.
Now I know there’d be a lot who thinkin’ servin’ in da’ Army ain’t worth the free insurance. They sayin’ it don’t cover much. But I think it covers enough. Hell, if’n the boy be needin’ a lot health care how’s he goin’a survive when he’s fightin’ war? That’s what I see. Dohn’t see it no other way.
We got the Army Priest comin’ morrow. Darn baby still cryin’ to Allah. Least, I think. Ma’ wife swears on the Lord Cross he’s sayin’ Awah Awah. But dat kid not crying Awah. He cryin’ Allah, allah. And I aint gonna have none of that. Not now. Not ever. Ma’ son could have his Army Insurance revoked. Even might not let ma’ boy fight in God’s Army. If’n he cries for Allah could begin to get that terrorist blood. Not wantin’ that. Damn terrorist blood in the family bad. I’ma hopin’ we ain’t needin’ a terrorist exorcism. Oh’ lord help purify ma son. He be needin’ your soul right now. Help make ma’ son cry for God.