The army stood restlessly outside as they waited for their newest recruit, their captain’s son. The Captain was proud of his son and the man that he had become. He watched as his wife stood there trying to not to cry. Quelling the fear that threatened to overwhelm her, she stared at her son. Suddenly his life from the moment he was born through all the trials of growing up played in her mind as she reached up, hesitantly, she touched his face. For a moment she was overcome with a feeling of vertigo and her vision blurred. When it cleared, it was like she was seeing herself from a distance. There she was, older and the young man before her looked like her son, though a little more matured by hard circumstances. She had a feeling that they had not seen each other for a few worrisome years. She watched as… Slowly, hesitantly, as if in a dream, the woman lifted her hand. Her fingers moved of their own accord to trace the line of his jaw gently, oh so gently, finger pads tingling with the contact as their eyes locked. She then said something that was almost a whisper on the wind, barely able to say it in the silence. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long...” The moment passed, and suddenly she was back in the present. Her son looked down at her, concern flickered in his eyes. Shaking her head and lifting her chin, she smiled. “You take care of our son, Captain.” She stepped back, watched her son take his place with the other men and then saluted them. She watched them march towards their future, but for her she knew this would not be the last time that she saw her son.Turning confidently, she walked back into her cottage and clinging to the hope from that one perfect moment the vision had given her, she was no longer afraid of what the future would hold for her son.