Typed version

Dearest Son,

Right hand, right hand—left hand, left hand. When you said this—I couldn’t help but smile. And not just because it’s funny but also for the deeper meaning it implies. Even now as I write this letter it still puts a smile on my face and while very few will understand it—we do and that sometimes is all that truly matters!

When Jesus started his ministry the first four men He picked to be His apostles were brothers. Two sets of brothers. I’ve often wondered why did He do this—why brothers? I think He did it because there is a special unity, strength, and bond only known to brothers and He needed that strength—the world needed the love of brothers.

Every dad wants to be close to his children and to share in their lives. Because of your sacrifices and willingness to serve this great country, I get the privilege of sharing in your life in a very unique and personal way. Your little phrase reminded me that I’m not only your dad, I’m also your brother and for that I’m extremely grateful.

So…right hand, right hand—left hand, left hand…let’s do this!

I’m proud of you! You are my son and I love you!

(Author’s Note: I thought I’d take a second to explain “Right hand, right hand-left hand, left hand” in case you’re not familiar with the phrase. One day, my son and I were loading a dryer in my car to be thrown away. He grabbed the machine, looked at me, and said, “Right hand, right hand-left hand, left hand.” In Marine parlance that’s like saying, “What are you waiting for? Put your hands on it and let’s go!” Instinctively I grabbed the dryer and then started laughing…)