It starts with fries and ends with ROTC

I took my cousin and her friend to lunch at Petite Abeille this afternoon.

We ate mussels and fries and sandwiches on good baguettes, and right before we parted ways she told me that her twin brother, who is in his first year at a southern liberal arts university, is likely to accept a scholarship from his school’s ROTC program. Since he wants to be a doctor, he’s convinced that he will be able to choose his post and won’t be required to serve in Iraq.

Others have the same belief.

I hope she wasn’t offended by my aghast expression and doubtful tone. I tried to be supportive, but I don’t think she was buying it.


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