I feel like Beetle Bailey's parents, waiting at the mailbox but nothing comes. I did hear tonight that David wrote both of his children's classrooms as they had written him Valentines. That made him feel so very special, even if it attracted more personal attention at mailtime than he might have wanted. So that was great. Also Becca got a letter also. Does that mean that I'm next? I hope so, I'm overdue.
According to a blog, Basic Training, this week is about hand to hand combat. Hmmm. Maybe those karate lessons will come in handy. Hopefully no injuries or problems. One of the blogs I follow on basic training referred to a serious injury during this training series. That concerns me, no, it just flat worries me, which is rather ridiculous since the point of all this is to keep them safe when they're in a combat zone.
Combat zone.....Let's NOT go there, really. But I guess it's not realistic to expect a soldier to not ever experience a combat zone so I'm depending on the Army's training to send them out prepared. At least the training hasn't been shortened due to a dire need for soldiers in the field. It certainly has happened before and probably will again.
I will continue to write about every other day, send cartoons (yes, Beetle Bailey and others) and hope that the rest of his family will also. Keeping up a soldier's morale is half the battle in keeping them safe. I even expect to write other soldiers who don't get much mail. I think the USO can provide names, etc, in case you're thinking the same thing. Can't wait till I can send cookies, gum, whatever.
Till then, I must be content to know that several times a week, at mail call, my son will be receiving those brown envelopes I have mailed. Brown to match the mud that rumor says the bootcamp is deluged with at this time of year. Or brown because his name will be mud if I don't get a letter soon.
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