A Sons Choice

English: A roll of silver, Scotch brand duct tape.

English: A roll of silver, Scotch brand duct tape. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My son, my pride and joy, my once precious and loving wonderful little boy, is becoming a man right before my eyes and wants to join the military, The National Guard to be exact and I am mortified…

I was in the Navy and remember how many promises were made and broken by our government to a lost litl girl in need of direction. I recall vividly how they take you and do whatever it takes to break you and bottle your spirit. I remember huge cockroaches in the showers and daily humiliation by those superior to the newbies and the homesickness that settled into my gut the moment I got off the bus. I know that he is in need of a purpose and overall direction in life and for his future and the harder that I push him to not make this choice the further away he will pull, so I have no choice but to respect and try to support his decisions as he is almost 18 but as his Mother I really wish I could duct tape him gently to a pole until he changes his mind so that I know my baby is safe. I would feel and water him of course…

He is a very smart, quick whitted young man who can be or do anything he puts his mind too and it just pisses me off that the schools welcome recruiters into their buildings to mindfuck and feed on children who think the only way they can ever go to college and fulfill their dreams is thru the militarys promises of the GI bill. They make them feel that if their parents aren’t loaded or they arent star atheletes with guaranteed scholarships,the only way to ever be able to experience the movie like college dream of parties, girls and straight A’s is to play russian roulette and sign on to be an American hero. They fail to tell them that this wonderful government of ours, if deployed, doesn’t give a shit about them individually or provide the basic essentials needed to survive and get thru your time fully intact whether it be physically or mentally. That you may have to scavage for materials to make their own armor to protect yourself from roadside bombs, rocket propelled missles and suicide attackers that come in all forms even pregnamt women and young kids looking for candy…they fail to disclose alot of these things to their recruits because if they did then no one in their right mind would ever sign on the dotted line…

All I can do at this point is pray for my son to have the wisdom needed to make an informed decision and remember that no matter where life takes my precious litl boy, God has his back! So I am going to do my best to bite my tongue and put this in the Lords hands and try not to lose my mind or my son in the process…

God Bless The USA and please keep us in your prayers as I can only handle so much before I fall and break my newly unveiled, superglued heart of glass…

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