<p>From one that just went through it - get ready...it's tough. I won't pull any punches. When I dropped is2day off he smiled, said, "Love ya Pop!" and walked in. I was able to get a great photo of that moment (it's on my desk now).</p>
<p>He walked in - it was rainy that day...I stood bewildered as to what to do next. I met a few folks, exchanged pleasantries - went and bought some KP stuff to take home. I stood around outside the gym watching as each new "group" came out - looking, looking, but not finding him. After what seemed to be hours (actually - it was probably more like 30 minutes), he emerged with a new USMMA cap, buttoned collar, marching and squaring corners. He was in a group of about 5 others...they squared, and disappeared again.</p>
<p>I made my way to the "grinder", as I was told that's where he would emerge. Waiting, waiting, waiting - THERE HE IS!!!! He lined up and started getting yelled at ;) - the DIs made sure to make them know what was what, that's for sure. After learning to stand in line, he was led to his barracks - which I found out was one of only 2 that were air conditioned...that made me feel better.</p>
<p>I then went to Ackerman Auditorium to listen to a great presentation from the staff and Regimental leadership about what to expect, etc. It was great. We were then directed back to the grinder to get our last glimpse of the Candidates....</p>
<p>You could hear them in unison - and every single one of them looked IDENTICAL!!! There was no way I could pick out my boy - regardless of how hard I tried. VADM Stewart gave a speech, then told us to leave - he would ensure that our kids were taken care of....</p>
<p>As I was leaving the campus, I actually walked with Admiral Stewart. I guess he could see the concern on my face. He looked me in the eye and said that his dad had done the same thing in 1964 when he dropped him off at Annapolis - and it turned out ok.</p>
<p>So - I went home. It's a long plane ride from LGA to Denver...I spent a lot of time thinking about what an amazing opportunity this is for everyone, how fortunate he is to be getting such an education, etc - but to be honest, it really didn't make me feel any better.</p>
<p>I got home, cried on my wife's shoulder for a little bit, and then "cowboy'd up" as they say. We didn't hear from him for quite some time - a couple of weeks I seem to remember, and then only for about 2 minutes on the phone. He assured us that he was fine....</p>
<p>The letters - we sent a bunch, and received a few. The one thing that made it bearable was the photos that were posted of Indoc. We'd scour them every day, picking out the ones of "our boy". Sure did seem to erase some of the miles...</p>
<p>And then they got computers - what a day. Email could flow as often as we wanted...and IMs, etc. Ahh...technology.</p>
<p>This is a little longer than I had imagined, but I just wanted to make sure you aren't alone- it's tough, but it's doable. And, if I can give you just one piece of advice - GO TO PARENT'S WEEKEND....don't miss it for the world.</p>
<p>Hang in there - we're a big giant family (sometimes a bit dysfunctional) :) You can lean on us. I've made ton of friends, and i've never actually met any of them face to face...imagine that.</p>