1,000 Words: Bootcamp Graduate

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I didn't think I'd miss Jon when he left for boot camp.  I was very excited that he wouldn't be "the boss of me" anymore.  As my after-school babysitter while Mom was still at work, I felt like Jon made my life a living hell.  He was a constant tease and it sure felt like he picked on me a lot.  He was always Mom's favorite and so my complaints about his treatment fell on deaf ears.  And looking back, I guess I didn't have it too bad. I was only 8 years old in this picture, but I knew it was a really big deal when Jon went into the Marine Corps.  Mom was so proud of him and the sentiment rubbed off on me as well.  I may not have understood, but I knew Jon was different when he came home.  He was still a tease, but he wasn't a boy anymore.

Jon taught me a lot about the Marine Corps when he got home.  I  knew all of the words to the military running cadences and many of the acronyms.

He spent a lot of time trying to teach me how to stand at attention (as pictured here.) I remember thinking the holding still for that long was virtually impossible.  Eyes straight ahead, hands relaxed, thumbs tucked in and most important, no smiling.