Well, Austin has been at Parris Island for over a week now everywhere I go people who know ask me if I have heard from him.
My answer: I don't want to hear from him. Not right now, anyway. It's too early for him to have written us a letter; we don't even have his mailing address yet. And he's not allowed any phone calls, so a phone call from Austin right now would only be bad news, like he's gotten injured or something.
The first communication we'll get is a simple postcard in which he will have filled in his company and platoon information so that we can begin sending him letters.
Other than that, nothing.
And that's the weird part. In this day and age of instant communication via email, IM, cell phones and text messages, we'll be reduced to snail mail. We are used to hearing from our kids quite often; to be incommunicado with one of them is strange.
Especially when you want to know how things are going and what he's doing. Believe me, there have been times in the recent past when ignorance was bliss, and I just as soon not know what Austin was doing, because I had a pretty good idea what he was doing, didn't like it but couldn't stop it.
That's not the case now. The best I can do is look at the Training Matrix on the Marine Corp website, which tells some of the activities they will be doing each day--like today they are doing Combat Conditioning i.e. getting their butts kicked via pushups, crunches, weight lifting, etc.; learning different punches during martial arts training; and classroom instruction on the customs and courtesies of the Marines--but you really want to know more, and specifically how he's doing in each.
So this is one of the hard things.
Pam is really missing him. I'm not missing him as much as I just wish I knew what was going on.
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