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Shots rang out through the morning mist. The peaceful wisps of fog over the field were being stirred up by the frightened buck. small pools of crimson exposed the path of the swiftly moving, but swiftly tiring deer. Each bound of the animal left a bit more blood, and it ran down the once-clean hide without hindrance. Soon, the beast came to an old bed he had used two weeks ago and lay down upon the matted grass. The beast's eyes slowly glazed over as he drew his last breath.
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A cry of joy split the midmorning air, John had placed his son in the old blind that he had used as a child when the post-shot cry rang out. Words had yet to be spoken, but John unloaded his gun and began his descent from the tree.
"DAD! DAAAD!!!! I got one, a big one!!!"
"I sure hope so, you put five rounds in him"
"Actually, my first shot was the only one that hit him."
This made John smile, he took great pride in his family's "eagle eye," all the men were excellent marksmen, and now his 8 year-old son, William, had shown that he too, had the gift.
"Well, if your first shot was the only one that hit, why did you let the rest of your clip out on him?"
"He was soo big, and he was running fast."
"Alright, well, where was he when you hit him? We'll follow his trail."
They walked over to where William had claimed to have hit the deer, and began walking in slow deliberate circles around the spot.
John spotted the blood almost immediately, but this was his son's deer, and John would only intervene if they got way off track. William spotted the blood a little bit later, and soon they had the spot marked and were following the trail.
When they found the deer, it was about two miles from William's blind, and the deer was exactly as William had said, big.
"Do you know what this is son?"
"What Dad?"
"Perfection son... perfection."
William knew this was his father's highest compliment, as he had only seen his dad use the compliment on his brother's graduation from Harvard Law School. William had tasted this at an early age, and was highly motivated to recieve the compliment again, as they dragged the deer out, William was working harder than John ever would have wished him to.
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10 years later...
"What do you mean you've enlisted!!"
"I mean, I want to fight for the country, I want to die for the country if need be, but most of all, I want to taste battle"
"You're a 4.0 Student! You've earned all the college credit you need to start out as a Sophomore in College next year, and YOU ENLISTED!?"
John had served in the military, and had seen things while there that he would never wish upon his most hated of enemies, and would fight to keep from the eyes of his youngest son.
"Dad, I'm 18 years old, which means it is my call, not yours."
"Son, if you feel that the military is your true calling, then let it be so, but make damned sure you make me proud, the only perfect battle is the one where nobody dies."
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ok, it's 2 a m PM me ad nauseum if I don't add to this before Monday.
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A cry of joy split the midmorning air, John had placed his son in the old blind that he had used as a child when the post-shot cry rang out. Words had yet to be spoken, but John unloaded his gun and began his descent from the tree.
"DAD! DAAAD!!!! I got one, a big one!!!"
"I sure hope so, you put five rounds in him"
"Actually, my first shot was the only one that hit him."
This made John smile, he took great pride in his family's "eagle eye," all the men were excellent marksmen, and now his 8 year-old son, William, had shown that he too, had the gift.
"Well, if your first shot was the only one that hit, why did you let the rest of your clip out on him?"
"He was soo big, and he was running fast."
"Alright, well, where was he when you hit him? We'll follow his trail."
They walked over to where William had claimed to have hit the deer, and began walking in slow deliberate circles around the spot.
John spotted the blood almost immediately, but this was his son's deer, and John would only intervene if they got way off track. William spotted the blood a little bit later, and soon they had the spot marked and were following the trail.
When they found the deer, it was about two miles from William's blind, and the deer was exactly as William had said, big.
"Do you know what this is son?"
"What Dad?"
"Perfection son... perfection."
William knew this was his father's highest compliment, as he had only seen his dad use the compliment on his brother's graduation from Harvard Law School. William had tasted this at an early age, and was highly motivated to recieve the compliment again, as they dragged the deer out, William was working harder than John ever would have wished him to.
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10 years later...
"What do you mean you've enlisted!!"
"I mean, I want to fight for the country, I want to die for the country if need be, but most of all, I want to taste battle"
"You're a 4.0 Student! You've earned all the college credit you need to start out as a Sophomore in College next year, and YOU ENLISTED!?"
John had served in the military, and had seen things while there that he would never wish upon his most hated of enemies, and would fight to keep from the eyes of his youngest son.
"Dad, I'm 18 years old, which means it is my call, not yours."
"Son, if you feel that the military is your true calling, then let it be so, but make damned sure you make me proud, the only perfect battle is the one where nobody dies."
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ok, it's 2 a m PM me ad nauseum if I don't add to this before Monday.
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