My son messaged me via SnapChat on Sunday.
It was the first time I’d seen him since he left on January 2nd for boot camp in Missouri.
He has NO IDEA how much I miss him.
The only thing that comforts me is that he really seems to be enjoying himself.
I mean sure, he complains when he has to work out in -15 degree weather. And when he’s chosen to clean up the range (that must mean policing all the brass).
But he’s SUPER EXCITED that he’s qualified as a sharp shooter.
And he seems to like his bunk mates, all of whom have been given wild nicknames like Shrek and Measles.
So without further adieu, I present to you my son, Private Duncan:
I love this kid to pieces, let me tell you.
Now that he’s thinking of joining the Army full-time, I’m more than a little nervous that he’ll be in harms way and that I won’t see him as much as I want to.
If only our kids knew how much we worry about their futures.
But the kid is happy.
And that’s what really matters.
I miss him though.