My only grandson will enter the Marines in June.
I have obliquely objected to his choice, but I do want it to be his decision alone.
Ten years ago I would have been quite happy for him, now I can only hope for the best with great trepidation.
“My only grandson will enter the Marines in June.”
I wish him well. I went through Paris Island in 1951. It will not be easy but it will make him realize what tired and scared neans, sometimes both at the same time. Its an experience he won’t soon forget.
I’m glad I had the opportunity to go through Marine boot camp, I was more glad when it was over than when it was happening.