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Orvik, my six-year old son has renewed his interest in soldiers and in anything connected to soldiers. His incoherent 10-page "book" consists of soldiers' adventures.

   Just this day over lunch, I caught father and son in a conversation on... You guess, soldiers, what else? Here are the snippets of the verbal tussle I  overheard:

Dad: Do you really want to be a soldier? I don't want you to be one. I want you to be a doctor.


Orvik: No, I want to be a soldier. Soldiers can heal others too.


Dad: If he is a doctor-soldier, yes. But if not, he can't heal.


Orvik: Yes, he can. I saw it. The soldier used a tissue on another soldier's wound.


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ad: A tissue? You don't use a tissue on wounds. It will cause infection and the soldier will die. You just use a tissue when you poop.

Orvik: (whines) No!!! I saw it when I watched "Band of Brothers." A soldier used a tissue to heal the wound. You really need a tissue when you are a soldier! Do you want to see it?

Dad (clams up): uh,uh. Ok. You might be right. He probably just used it to stop the bleeding. So, if you want to be a soldier, what should you do?

Orvik: I told you, you should just bring a tissue paper. Then go to the camp. Then you WILL be a soldier already.

Conversation ends.

Now, I will never look at the tissue paper the same way, again.





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