I taught my son to be a conscientious objector.

I caught hell for that, especially in conversations in my very, very small town where many people sent their kids into this meat grinder.

I told my son he was too good for that, and some locals hate me for that. Like they thought I was saying my son was better than theirs.

No, I just understand the system, and I’m not going to groom my kid to be chopped meat. You don’t have to do that either.

You do you. That’s not beautiful to me, though, e: and my son is the most beautiful thing in the world to me.