Ever since Seth's decision to join the Marines, I've wandered between excitement and fear. Seth has loved the military life for many years. I just recently packed up tubs of guns, camouflage, knives, canteens, and many other things from his years of playing on the battlefield. I'm not surprised at his decision, but rather expected it. I'm excited for him because he is excited.
Seth would wake up at 5:00 am, finish his school work by 9:00 am, just so he could have the whole day to play "Army". He was always in full gear, including the blackened face, accomplished from cleaning out the exhaust on the truck. We were frequent customers at the local Commando Supply store, where Seth always wanted some new "gear".
You would not want to be our neighbors at night. Seth would army crawl to surrounding houses just to see how close he could get. Once he invaded a neighbor's birthday party without their knowledge, bringing home secrets about their personal life which I cared not to hear. Another time he arrived home to say that one elderly neighbor did not have blinds on his bathroom window. (That one bothered me.) So, you can understand why I'm not surprised.
Then comes the fear. If you are a mom, I need not explain a single thing to you. All you need to know is that August 2011 was a deadly month for the US Military in Afghanistan. I think I would be less concerned if Seth wanted a desk job. But, no. Seth wants a RECON job.