I was in that sleep place where it takes a while to realize that the ringing is not part of a dream - but is actually the cell phone on the nightstand.
If I'd been more coherent about the time - I might have panicked to receive a call so early.
Any maternal instinct worth its salt would immediately assume that something was wrong.
In this case - being oblivious to the time of day was a good thing.
It was my sailor son Ryan - telling me they would be underway shortly. The beginning of his 6-month deployment to the waters off Africa had arrived.
God I'm grateful I didn't miss that call!
Regardless of ones political leanings or the pros/cons debate of the US military presence around the world - there's really nothing that will get the patriotic juices flowing quite like a military graduation.
It was a moving testament to 471 committed young marines (19 being the average age) who survived 12 weeks of rigorous training. The needle was high on the Pride-o-Meter. Well done, Alec! Congratulations!
...Thank you for your service. We wait for your return home.
We love you...
...Be safe.
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