That’s my son, Josh. The bald one. The one with facial hair.
As in so many of the last 15 or so years, Josh is in the Middle East today, working for a defense contractor, doing his damndest to help maintain political equilibrium there… likely an impossible task in any country where religious factions are in charge.
He tells me this might be the last time he misses Father’s Day. Or , at least, miss it because of duty in that part of the world. I hold out hope that he’s home with the family next June.
Happy Father’s Day, Josh.
Twinsies!
A “mini you”!