I'm hesitant to post this, because revealing anything private usually is held against you. But, I think it may help people understand.
We knew our son wanted to join the military when he was about 15. He wanted us to sign off on him joining the Marines before he was 18, but we made him promise to wait until he was 19 to enlist. We tried to steer him towards any other branch, mostly for selfish reasons of wanting to keep him safe. He insisted, if he was going to do it, he wanted to push himself to be the best.
In the weeks leading up to him shipping out, we tried to pull him closer. He did things to make us mad to push us away. It was his way of lessoning the pain on both of us. The night before they ship out, recruits report to a local hotel and are shuttled to the MEPS center the next morning. An hour before leaving for the hotel, he almost got into a fist fight with his twin brother. It ended with them hugging and crying before he walked out the door. We didn't realize it, but this was a precursor for things to come.
He left on Monday morning, not expecting a call until he checked in at boot camp. The SOP is that they each get 10 seconds to call home and tell us that he made it safely and we would receive a letter in a few weeks. Being the good kid he is, he had a few minutes at the USO at the San Diego airport and took the opportunity to use the free phone to call us to let us know he arrived in SD and that he loved us. We got the 10 second call a few hours later.
I know it was tough on his Mom. I didn't realize how much until I found his Marine hat he'd been wearing for the last year under her pillow. Every few days she broke down and cried, wondering how he was doing, if he was getting enough to eat, was ok (you know, Mom things) Over the next three months we didn't get to speak to him. An occasional letter arrived. We were thrilled to get a 5 page letter one day, only to find out he had time to write because he was in the hospital with VGE (viral gastroenteritis) for 3 days. They believe they got it from crawling through human feces and urine. The only solace is knowing that by the time we received the letter, he was probably out of the hospital. (had they dropped him, he would have called) About a month ago, over 300 recruits contracted e-coli. They will never release how, but we know. He also endured pneumonia twice during his 3 months. One was during the
Crucibal. When he came home on his 10 day leave after boot, he still had it and was put on meds for a week by our family doctor before returning.
We attended family day and graduation. The first time we'd seen our son in three months. He had change. He wasn't the fun loving, goofy kid he was when he left. He was reserved and somewhat robotic. On family day, when they release the newly minted Marines, they all run to their families. Except some don't have any family, or their family couldn't make it to San Diego. No one there to give them a hug, no one to tell them how proud they are of them. But, I was proud of all of them.
He still won't talk about his time at boot camp. He just tells me "some day I'll tell you about it". When asked if he wanted to go back to Camp Pendleton for his PDS, he said no. He never wants to see that place again.
When our Marine arrived home on his first leave his twin brother didn't like the change. His brother wasn't the same kid he grew up with. He was cocky, confident and at times an outright #######. It was something we as parents accepted as a temporary transition, but his brother didn't have the maturity to understand. When our Marine left for combat training, his brother no longer wanted to speak to him. He blocked him on social media and didn't talk to him for a couple of months. We drove the 22 hours to attend his MCT graduation, which lasts all of 30 minutes. But it was worth it.
He's now at his PDS on the East coast. Unfortunately, our home town is outside the area allowed for travel during 96 hour leave. So, he won't be able to come home over some of the lesser holidays. He just arrived last week, so he couldn't make it home for Thanksgiving. He's waiting to find out if/when he will deploy. It could be on a ship. Which worries us because of the recent Navy accidents. He's on a base that utilizes Osprey tilt-rotor aircraft. The same aircraft that has 7 crashes in the last 10 years, causing 42 casualties.
These days, whenever I see a Sailor, Airman, Soldier or Marine, I see my son. It could be at the gas station or on tv. (the Toys for Tots ads are especially tough) I see all the pictures on facebook of other Marines having Thanksgiving dinner with their families. Our's didn't have time to make arrangements or have a car to get to chow hall for anything. He ate a can of Raviolis in his barracks. He didn't want to spend the $20 to take a cab from his barracks to chow. (I won't even go into the amount of money he spends on incidentals compared to his wage)
When I see a member of the military, I don't think what they didn't do. I don't think that they had it any easier or harder than my son. I see that he/she has their own story, their own family, their own sacrifices. The least I can do is say thank you.
Sorry for the long post. I'm going to take a break from this place for awhile.