Lord help me. I'm an irate firecracker right now.
In talking with my Navy buddy down the street he divulged a few things I didn't quite know (or understand) about boot camp. Granted, his experience was many years ago but it seems possibly some things just don't change.
He was asking me how I was feeling this week. Wanted to know if I had heard anything from Bubba.
Nope, I replied sheepishly. I haven't heard from him directly but he did send Kate a nice letter. I told him he had indicated to her that he had to shine his boots for 4 hours before he could mail her the letter.
And he dropped the bombshell on me.
PP ~ Gotta tell ya girl, you probably won't hear from him directly at all.
Me ~ Why is that? Doesn't he get just a slice of time maybe to write his mom one paragraph?
PP ~ Um, it's not really the time aspect. They hold letters over Recruits heads. Not only sending them but opening them, too.
Me ~ Uh, what? You mean they don't give him his correspondence?
PP ~ No, not right away anyway. They use it to get them to do stuff they want them to do. Mind tricks.
Me ~ That is SO not right! I've written him EVERYDAY since he left! You mean he isn't getting my letters?!?!?
PP ~ Sorry. Probably not. He will probably get them on his last day.
I wanted to bawl and probably would have had I not been in a big group of people. So I struck like all true Scorpios manage anger and fear.
Me~ Well, that's just stupid. I can't wait to get up there and kick someone's ass for being such a damn bully to my kid! They better get ready for me!!
Laughter erupts among the men.
I mean really - how stupid is this? He can't even be GIVEN my letters to read? I'm so pissed.
I get the military needs to "strengthen" our men but don't you think family support would help in the strengthening process?
I can't wait for him to get this part done. Even if he has to get on a ship and leave for 7 months he would be able to write, call, text, email or something with me. This is ridiculous. Brave or not, this is stupid.
And that's how I feel today. Thanks for letting me vent, friends. Three weeks down, 5 to go. Almost halfway!