Sep 10
Never give a child a sword.
Latin Proverb
Jackson Gibbs enjoyed looking back on the days when his son had been young. They had had such fun together, laughing and joking. Well, until his wife had died, and then things had gone south pretty quick. But there were still some good memories in his head.
Sometimes he wondered if he had raised his kid right. He guessed most people had the same doubts about their kids. He couldn't have done too badly – Leroy was a fine man, upstanding citizen and determined to help others. He had carved out a good career for himself in law enforcement after an outstanding career in the Marines. No one would ever say he had raised his boy wrong.
Sometimes he looked at his rifle in the store, hanging over the counter where it always was. He glanced up, and for a moment he could see Leroy with his own rifle in hand. A sniper. He had raised a sniper, from a kid who wasn't permitted to touch a gun.
It made him smile. It made no difference to him what Leroy had become. As long as his boy was good at it and enjoyed it, it didn't matter to him. As long as his son loved and was loved in return, he didn't mind what Leroy did.