Today was a helluva good day. My son in law got sworn into the army and headed off to basic training. We’ll see him around Christmas time and then off to Texas where my daughter will re-join him and go off on the crazy ride of life in the military.
At first, we weren’t all that excited about the decision, but it wasn’t my decision to make. They’ll go off on a whole other path thats going to lead to places Mrs Zip and I can’t even probably comprehend. Shit like that, is a good thing. He knows what he’s doing.
I don’t have a son, but I love my SIL like he was: he’s a good man. A principled man — honest and his priorities are right. He’s doing this to take care of his family, get an education and I think there’s also a part of him that wants to know what he’s capable of. I get that. I think any man worth his salt can understand that.
My father was a marine, but other than his stories, I’ve had very little exposure to the military. I’m excited to hear his stories when he gets back. I was completely proud when he got sworn in to defend the constitution of the united states, and I know he was too. Effing cool.
It wasn’t a choice I’d ever make (Even though I’ve always wished I could have gone through basic training). I looked around the room and saw a bunch of scared kids who we’re going to become men over the next couple of years, and my son in law who is going to become even more of one. Yeah, we were all pretty proud.
Kick some ass out there Jordan, we’ll hold down the fort and see you when you get back…
