And no, it has nothing to do with guns. Well, kinda.
I am writing this from the Fargo airport, on my way to San Diego. No, the trip is not my present. What awaits me is my present.
On Friday morning, 10AM PST, God willing, I will see my younger son inducted into the United States Marine Corps. He has already finished the Crucible, and is already technically a Marine, as he went through the Eagle Globe and Anchor ceremony last week.
Few folks here know the short story - a year ago he was 25 years old, substitute HS teaching for a living, in hock with student loan debt, and living in his Mom's basement. He had tried to get into the Marine's accelerated OCC but there was always some excuse. After talking with local recruiters here and getting their advice, I spent a weekend with him almost exactly a year ago today and had a discussion about his future. Damn if he didn't take my advice!

Or rather, the advice of the recruiters.
He aced all his tests, got the much sought after MOS he wanted (which comes with a nice 5-figure bonus when he's done), but due to the backlog of recruits, did not actually go in until last May. With his college degree, he has been pulling E-2 pay.
So, light posting alert - I get to spend most of tomorrow with him, and Friday from about 10:30 on when he starts his leave. At the end of leave, he reports back for MCT, and then on for language training. See you in a few days!
