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An Airman's Son


I am an Airmans Son.

I am a leaf drifting in the autumn wind,

Floating from city to city.

Every move shapes me, every place changes me.

My life is a giant melting pot of experiences

from England to Hawaii, every ingridient adds something to the pot.

My life's main ingridient, my family values, never change.

Intregity and hard work make up the broth of my life.

College is a giant kitchen, filled with the receipe for success.

I am an Airmans son, and I'm ready to add some more ingridients to my melting pot.

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