Oldest grandson shipped out to Fort
Benning this morning. Enlisted for Infantry.
When his mother and my son married, her
daughter and son asked,
“What should we call you?”
“Whatever you want”, was my reply.
“Can we call you Grandpa”, they asked?
“Sure”, I said. I’ve been Grandpa every
since (and happy to be so).
He will have a couple of things going for
him. Army brat, and a high school marching band sousaphone player.
With him towering at 6’9”, this cynical
former EM expects him to end up in the weapons platoon lugging a mortar base
plate.
The young man has a temper problem that I
hope doesn’t derail him. If things work out will be there to see him graduate,
basic or A.I.T, depending.
His biological father was both a Marine
and Army but couldn’t hack either. Fervently hope his son does better.
