Our only son announced a little while ago that he wanted to join the army and get an apprenticeship. Because he is only (almost) 17, he needed our parental permission to apply. We both think it would do William a world of good to join. You know, the whole “good discipline”, “toughen him up” etc etc etc.
Bill signed the paperwork and when he passed it to me to sign, I burst into tears. Now, don’t get me wrong. I support my son in anything that he wants to do but I am terrified about what could happen. With the world as it is, I’m terrified that as soon as he finishes his training, he will be deployed.
It wasn’t that long ago that there was a story on the news about a younger soldier who had just finished his training and within 3 months was sent to Iraq and was killed.
This scares the life out of me! But I signed the necessary paperwork because it is what my son wants to do. He has already passed 3 sections of the interview process and now he’s waiting to get called in to do his physical.
I’m so proud. I’m so scared. I want to make him stay at home, here with me so I know that he is safe.