When Jordan was a senior in high school, much to my dismay, he joined the Army National Guard.
I was so worried about my tender-hearted son being yelled at by the drill sergeant...
...having his standards questioned by others and being in harms way if he was deployed. (I still worry about that)
He went to Fort Leonardwood, Missouri, shortly after graduation for basic training, where he learned to be a soldier. We were invited to go to his graduation. We were excited to go see him since he had been gone for 10 weeks.
When I first saw him, he was wearing his dress uniform. He looked strong, serious, confident. He told us of drills he went through and how physically hard they were. His nickname was "Mormon" because his platoon knew of his standards and morals and they seemed to respect him for it.
I thought he had changed so much that we wouldn't know him when he came back from AIT - that would last another 10 weeks.
It was at this point, I realized he was the same, distractible, fun-loving, boy.
Who's NOT paying attention to the drill sergeant?