On A Mission To Get My Boy
Friday, February 13th, 2009Boy not allow to talk with me. I even told the Army don’t want their food and healthcare. My wife even made me leave. She was cryin’ which was the first time she cry since the Army took my wife. She was feeling normal. I thought she was coming around to way she was, but no. No she snap back to Army attention once I wanted son out of Army. But don’t know. I’m out. No living in that house. No on my own. Now lookin’ for my son. I’ll get him out. Even if it means fightin’ for Eden of Eden. Maybe as the enemy can force my son to kill me or not kill?