There's one other thing I forgot to mention...
When my son reached the beginning of his Senior year in high school, he approached me and said, "Dad, I believe that every young man should serve at least three years. I want to do the same thing you did."
Of course, being the motivated and conscientious NCO that I (was...
) am, I called the Army Recruiter, and told them that I was a former NCO, had a son in his senior year with good grades, and that he wanted to enlist.
They were knocking on the door in 15 minutes, flat!
My son took the sample ASVAB, and blew it out of the water. He asked what he would be eligible for.
They laid AR 611-201 in front of him, and told him to pick what he wanted.
They promised 50K in college money.
They told him that he would get hefty bonuses.
Guaranteed his first duty station.
If he got a friend to enlist, they would guarantee them a posting together.
And on, and on, and on.....
He listened, and told them, "I'll think about it."
The next day, he showed up with a Marine recruiter. He said, "I've thought about it, and I want to be a Marine."
I said, "OK. Sergeant, may I talk with you for a second?"
I told him about my background and career. I then asked him the following questions...
"So, does my son get his choice of first duty station?"
"No. He goes where the Corps sends him."
(ok, strike one....)
"Well, how about his choice of MOS?"
"No. He'll do the job he is assigned."
(Well, we're 0 for 2 here...not a good beginning...)
"OK. Well, he's going for four years. What kind of bonus money does he get?"
"None."
I excused myself, and pulled my son to the side.
I then asked him...
"OK. Have you lost your mind? What are you getting yourself into?!?"
My son straightened up, and looked me right in the eye...he always has, but this time I saw something different there. What he said next rocked me right back.
"Dad, I think we're going to war soon. (This was in
June, 2000!)
I don't want the guy next to me thinking about his college money."
In that instant--in that very second, I saw that my son had indeed become a man--and I was overwhelmed by relief that I had, indeed, raised my son the RIGHT way--to love this great Nation as much as I did--and to recognize that we have the solemn task--no, the DUTY--to support and defend the United States, as our fathers did before us.
What could I say?
I signed him in on Delayed Entry.
I made damned sure that I took time off to attend his graduation, at MCRD San Diego. For sure, I did not recognize him at first. But he was there--all honed steel and whipcord.
While he was home, we had some pictures taken together--he put on his blues for us. When he came out and stood in front of me, I had a picture that came to mind...
a soldier standing guard duty, being relieved by a Marine. I recognized the responsibility that he had taken on.
Young man, I hope that you are still reading this thread. By becoming a Marine, you are filling some mighty big shoes--but if you can pass through the fire, you WILL come out honed and ready, pure combat steel to be used in the service of this great Nation.
And I personally believe that there is NO higher calling.
May God bless you, and thank you for being ready to stand in the breach.