middle aged female wrote:
frank - up in grand blanc wrote:Just back from dropping my kid off for round 2 with the Marines. Last summer it was basic training and this year the advanced training is on tap.
The old part comes from realizing that today I was my dad, albeit 25 years ago when he took a young and confident me to the airport for my own season away from home. Then I was headed to east Europe for school and like my guy I wasn't especially sentimental about the good-byes. Instead, like my boy, I was ready for actionand to see the end of home for a while. I felt tonight like my father must have felt, a combination of "my little guy" and a little of "you ungrateful little bastard" for having the temerity to walk so tall and unafraid. Hell of a thing to see your baby finally as a man; it will shake you.
Back then as I turned to board I shook my dad's hand and gave his wry regular-guy smile and said what any cop would say to his kid: "don't get jammed up over there, I don't know anyone to get you out." I know even less than my dad did then, so I hugged my guy and smiled as I encouraged him to duck in the event that anyone started shooting.
Damn, Frank, you just made me cry
I hear ya, man. A couple weeks ago was my 30th anniversary of shipping out for BASIC and I was thinking...Jesus, 30 years ago. I was only 18 when I left. My family drove me to Metro with a couple relatives. I was the first (and only) one of my cousins to join, so it was tough on everyone. Lotsa crying. Lotsa hugs. I'm sure it's a scene that's played out countless times. Doesn't make it any less heart wrenching. I was scared shitless leaving, but pretty confident I had put myself on the right track, so I had to see it through.
I had a similar experience last summer. My niece and I drove to Fort Eustis, VA for my nephew's AIT graduation and I was sitting there during the ceremony thinking, "Jesus Christ, I'm my dad 30 years ago. ...when he was sitting in the bleachers at my BASIC graduation at Fort Dix, NJ"
Good luck to Frank Jr. AIT is a breeze compared to BASIC and a lot more fun (you get better toys in AIT). Give him a hearty handshake from me and send my congratulations when he gets back. He deserves it. Congratulations to you and Mrs. Frank, too. Marine training is no joke not only for the trainee, but for the families, too. He's now part of a brotherhood that the rest of mere mortals can only admire. Good on him. I'm sure you will be truly proud mama and papa bears when he gets back