I’m Owen, 27, and for as long as I can remember, my father has been the man I measured every other man against.
He was the kind of person who filled a room without raising his voice. He had served in the army when he was young, and all through my childhood, I looked at him like he was made of something stronger than everyone else.
When I was a kid, I used to follow him around the house, trying to match his stride. When I got older, I copied the way he folded his shirts, the way he kept his tools lined up in the garage, and even the way he stayed calm when things went wrong.
So when I was old enough, I followed in his footsteps and enlisted as soon as I could.
He did not try to stop me.
He just stood on the porch the morning I left for basic, his eyes fixed on me with that steady look of his, and said, “Make sure you become your own man too.”
At the time, I laughed and told him I was already on my way.
The truth was, I wanted to be just like him.
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