Still havin' a hard time...

Every time someone asks me how my son is doing, I go to the same, unremarkable place.

I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that my sweet, kind, loving little boy with dimples and a scar on his forehead is a soldier in the most elite unit of the IDF!!
How?
When?
Why?

Just doesn't fit together for me.
Just doesn't.

He's my little boy. Not a mean and tough soldier.