Welcome to Son to Soldier. We started this blog as a way to journal our son's journey to become a soldier and a medic in the U.S. Army (HOOAH!) This has been and continues to be an exciting adventure for our entire family. We have covered lots of new territory and continue to learn more and more every day. We will be posting son's letters, pictures, and will try to keep you updated. And I'm sure we'll also have lots of posts from Mom since she's just a tiny bit proud!! I LOVE being an ARMY MOM!
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Wednesday, September 26, 2012
First on the udpate...a BIG congrats to the guys that passed their NREMT certification last week. HOOAH! This means they are official EMT's and have completed the first step to becoming "official" combat medics. It was a long, exhausting and stressful haul and quite the hurtle to jump. Now it's onto "Whiskey Phase"! Boys, if you were thinking the stress was long since passed, think again. The first few days of Whiskey Phase proved to be just as stressful as the last four months, and from what we've seen on YouTube (which I'm quickly gaining a love/hate relationship for) I don't know that we can say you're in for a treat. LOL....Definitely not MY kind of treat anyways! First couple days consisted of learning injections (yes...on each other...GROSS! And to the poor gal that messed up on him...he'll be fine...once he can move his arm again!! :) Lots more homework and learning to do blood draws on the second day. This week has been extra draining as they've had some long days learning suicide prevention. How sad it is that this has to be part of the training and has ended up being such a devastating affect for some of these soldiers and their families.
For family and friends.....Son is doing great and hanging in there. Some days are better than others, but then isn't that how it goes for most of us?! He would feel soooo much better if he had a Battle Buddy to go to church with on Sunday (Hint hint for any guys in his company that don't have much going on on Sunday morning and need to get a good deed in for the week ;) *wink wink
Seems they can't do much of anything without a Battle Buddy these days...and it seems way different than when he was in BCT at Benning. Like Son said, at Benning all you had to do on Sunday was clean so guys were all sorts of willing to go to church with him. Here at FSH they have a little more freedom. Okay...a LOT more freedom. Sort of tempting to choose a sports bar at the River Walk over going to church to sit in a hard chair while trying to stay awake... and takes a lot more convincing. So kudos in advance for anyone who would be willing. As soon as you're allowed goodies, Mom will gladly compensate by keeping you in carbs for the remainder of your Army careers! Ha Ha
Son found a way to keep himself and a few of the guys busy on the weekends when they need a break from studying...it's called "Welcome to football season!" Not sure what they'd do without it at this point! He bought a projector and shows the games in his room. Aye yi yi....he looks at it as an investment and being frugal and cost effective as it saves him money from not going out on the town. LOL...way to justify it son! ;) LOL...I guess as long as it keeps him out of trouble. Then again, he did get yelled at by the Sgts for waking everybody up at the end of a not so good BYU game the other night. Yes, he gets a little feisty when his team loses. Apparently they thought a fight had broken out in his room. LOL....maybe it's a good thing his roommate never seems to be around. Literally...where does that boy go? Nobody seems to have a clue.
That's about it for the update. As always letters, cards, jokes, pictures, words of encouragement etc. are ALWAYS welcome! He texted me with an "I LOVE YOU MOM" around midnight the other night (getting a little homesick maybe?) Ahhh...sweet! Dad thought maybe he was drunk and it was meant a little slurred..ha ha..NOT! When I asked him about it the next morning, he said they were watching "Saving Private Ryan" and in the middle of it he said, "I need to text my mom." He said most the other guys in the room followed suit. Have I said I LOVE THESE BOYS???!!!!!
Be Safe - Be Good - Be Strong
Monday, September 10, 2012
I was taking this with a grain of salt until a post from a friend and fellow army mom told a story of how a gal from Pakistan contacted her on Facebook and told her she knew a lot about her and had some information on her son and wanted to know more. She said she didn't realize he had left to BCT and wanted his address. My friend looked her up on Facebook (see kids....the best of moms know there are times that "Facebook Stalking" is warranted ;) and saw that she was from Pakistan. At first my friend didn't give it much thought as her son had done some traveling out of the country before he joined the Army. My friend did not give her the information and contacted her son to let him know. (Again, so thankful our boys have their cell phones back!!) He told her she was right in not giving this gal any information and that there is no way she would "know a lot about her). Crazy! After hearing this, I thought...hmmm....let's check the stats on our little soldier blog. (There's an "audience" link you can click on to see where in the world people are viewing your blog from.) This makes it quite exciting to think your little blog has been halfway around the world...and then some! When I looked at the stats I saw "hits" from around the world in places such as Pakistan, Iraq, and Afghanistan. I'd like to think maybe this was from fellow soldiers, or at the very least far away friends of our U.S.A. Now I'm beginning to wonder. Isn't that sad! Something as simple as sharing one of the greatest achievements of your child with your family, friends, and others that are going through the exact same journey just became a source of anxiety!! And yes...I'll admit I did have horrible dreams last night. And then, well, I just got mad. I'm mad that something I'm not even really sure of could make me that worried. I'm mad at the feeling of possibly being stalked and, in a way, violated. I'm mad that something valued and precious to me could possibly be used for something deceitful, corrupt, and horrible. I'm mad that you (whoever YOU are) made me feel frightened, timid, and small. I guess I'm mad that I felt something was taken away from me. That's it! Shame on you...whoever you are. Shame on YOU!
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Oh Lord, I ask for the divine strength
to meet the demands of my profession.
Help me to be the finest medic,
both technically and tactically.
If I am called to the battlefield,
give me the courage to conserve our
fighting forces by providing medical
care to all who are in need.
If I am called to a mission of peace,
give me the strength to lead by caring for
those who need my assistance.
Finally, Lord help me take care
of my own spiritual, physical,
and emotional needs.
Teach me to trust in your presence
and never failing love.