Where's David?

Do you remember the books titled "Where's Waldo?" It always took me half the day to find Waldo in those pictures. Well, it took me about as long to find David in this video. See if you can find him. I watched this video 4 times and couldn't find him. I was convinced that they had mislabeled the videos. Finally, I asked Al to watch it. He spotted David right away. What kind of pathetic mother am I? In an attempt to reassure myself that I had not forgotten my own flesh and blood, I asked Hannah to find him. Yep, she spotted him instantly. She said the ears were a dead giveaway.

In case you're not sure, David is at 39 seconds, or 3rd row down, 5th from the left. Don't they all look like they are about 12 years old? 

On Being the Mother of a Marine

I wear no uniform; no dress blues, no cammie greens,

but I AM in the military among the ranks rarely seen.

I have no stripes upon my shoulder and salutes I do not give.

But the military is the world in which I live;

I am the PROUD MOM of a US MARINE!

"Ain't nothin' tougher than a Marine, 'cept his Mama."

  

Even though David won't officially be a Marine until the completion of his Crucible in a little over a week, I'm starting to feel like I'm the mother of a Marine. I'm sure I don't yet understand all that means, but I do suspect it includes learning how to handle new emotions.

Hannah and I went to see a  movie last night, and before the previews we were treated to this.



I was caught off guard by an instant attack of leaking eyeballs. It didn't seem to have that effect on anyone else in the packed theater, and I could tell that Hannah desperately wanted to move somewhere far away from me. So this must be what it means to be the mother of a Marine. I couldn't quite tell if it was pride, or fear, or missing my boy, or the fact that I only had 3 hours of sleep the night before.

Guess I'd better keep a pack of kleenex in my purse at all times.

Letters from Boot Camp - Episode 4

This week we received two letters in two days, but they were written a week apart. Which just underscores the unpredictable nature of boot camp communication. I sense that David is feeling more confidence, but is also getting eager for this phase of his career to be completed. In just under 4 weeks we will be attending his graduation. I can't wait!

Here are this weeks' highlights:



April 3
I'm going to have to make this one short. I am currently sitting on the toilet, which we now have to call the "s***ter." We got our mail late tonight so our SDI said we could read our letters and write as long as we did it in the "head," which is what we call the bathroom. Just about everything has a different name here at the Depot. a pen is an ink stick; a tooth brush is a fang brush; a door is a hatch; the floor is the deck; our running shoes are go-fasters. The list goes on and on.  

It is crazy to think that in just a few weeks I will get to see you! I have come a long way, but still have a lot ahead of me. I'm not too worried about any of our final PT events or our final exams, but I'm dreading the Crucible. While we have been here at Camp Pendleton, we've seen two companies complete their Crucibles.

I think I have changed my mind about staying in San Diego for a few days after graduation. I really just want to get home ASAP. By the time I graduate I think I will have spent enough time in San Diego! Oh, and don't worry, I already ordered photos and a DVD of our graduation as well as a yearbook. I ordered about 30 wallets to give away to the ladies! If there are any left after that I might let you guys have a couple.  

My final rifle score on Table 1 and Table 2 was 334 out of 350. I think I shot 3rd highest in my Platoon and I was probably in the top 10 for the company. So I feel pretty good about that. The guy who got Company Marksman shot a 340 so I wasn't too far off. So when you see me in my uniform looking all snazzy I will have those cross rifles (rifle expert badge) pinned on my chest.

Tomorrow we go out to the field for 4 days and we are staying in "hooches" which are little janky tents we set up. So I won't be getting any mail those days.

April 8th - Easter Sunday
So this is my very first Easter Sunday away from my family. I miss you guys a lot! I also miss all the candy! I would kill for a box of Peeps right now. I am currently sitting on top of my main pack waiting to go back to San Diego from Camp P. 

We just got back from the field on Friday and those two days totally sucked! It was super cold, we got super dirty and muddy and we didn't get to change or take showers. But we did learn a lot of useful stuff like how to read a military map and how to navigate with a compass. We did a day and night navigation test. My fire team passed with flying colors. 

Yesterday we had our initial Combat Fitness Test (CFT). I did alright, but I felt like I could have done much better. Our goal as a platoon was to get 100 ammo can lifts on that portion of the test, and a lot of guys didn't do that - me being one of them. The Senior got really mad so he wouldn't give me permission to take a poop all day (we have to ask permission to take a poop or we get in trouble.) So I had to sneak off to take a dump! 

I hope all is going well on the home front. I love you all. Keep praying for me!

David.

Letters from Bootcamp - Episode 3

On Thursday I got the Best Birthday Present.
Ever.



















The Letters from Bootcamp have been few and far between lately. And that's OK. For the past 3 weeks David has been in Phase 2 of Marine Bootcamp, and he has been at Camp Pendleton about an hour north of San Diego. Besides the Crucible, which takes place the week before graduation, Phase 2 is the most intense part of bootcamp. Letters are written a sentence at a time over several days or even weeks during the 5 minutes of "square away time" the recruits get each day.  I'll let David tell you about it. But first, during the last episode David mentioned that he was sick. He did eventually go to sick bay and was diagnosed with bronchitis. As you can imagine, when one recruit gets ill it spreads quickly through the barracks. After some antibiotics, he has been feeling much better and didn't miss a beat. Thanks for the prayers. Now here are some excerpts from a couple of recent letters:

March 15th
Right now I am writing to you from our squad bay at Camp Pendleton. We just got done moving in and now we are on our square away time. We have only been here for about 6 hours and I can already tell things are going to be a lot different around here. They say that Marines are made at Camp Pendleton in 2nd Phase. I'm excited to start shooting next week. I'm also looking forward to the hikes. We are north of the MCRD about an hour and we are surrounded by huge hills, so I'm sure the hikes won't be easy.

The Platoon is really starting to get along and become one unit. We are all starting to feel pride and a sense of belonging. We want our Platoon to be the best at everything we do.

Letters seriously make my entire week. Boot camp has been getting tougher and I could really use some mail right now.

March 25th
I got Mom's letter a few days ago. You have no idea how much I look forward to getting your letters. When our Senior Drill Instructor brings out a big bag of mail I'm like a little kid on Christmas morning. Whenever somebody gets a letter they always have the biggest smile on their faces. It was also really sweet getting a letter from Hannah. I'm super jealous that she gets to eat all the HyVee Chinese and watch all of the Big Bang Theory she wants (not true, David, but we get your point.)

We start shooting on the rifle range tomorrow, so I'm really excited for that! We practice all this week and on Friday we qualify. By the end of this week we will have shot about 700 rounds.

Yesterday we went on a 6 mile hike through the hills with our main packs which weigh about 70 lbs. We also wear our helmets and flak jackets and carry our rifles. The hikes aren't too bad until we have to go up these huge hills that literally go up for about 100 yards and have over a 45 degree grade. Those hills are brutal!

April 1
Today is Palm Sunday. Last night they threw a concert for us. It was all Christian music. It was awesome! It just shows that God is everywhere - even here in boot camp!

We qualified on Friday for our Table 1 course of fire. I shot 3rd best in my Platoon! My score was 236 out of 250, which is Rifle Expert. I was pretty pumped about that. Tomorrow we have Table 2. I'm hoping to shoot 100%.

I have really enjoyed the hikes. On our first hike, toward the very end, we came up over this huge hill and I was pretty gassed. Once we got to the top we could see for miles in every direction, and straight ahead was the Pacific Ocean. The sun was setting and the ocean seemed as if it went on forever! I was completely lost in that moment; it was soooo awesome! Just another reminder of God and how great he is.

Yesterday, we went on our 10 mile hike and half of it was on the beach. Do you know how hard it is to walk in loose sand with a huge pack, all of our other gear, and our rifle? Well, it totally sucks!!

Tell Papa, Brent, Darrin and everyone from JEFC that I got their letters and I am very thankful. I wish I could answer them all, but I just don't see how with the little time we get. Keep updating my Facebook, and keep praying for me!
Love,
David.

Planning Easter Dinner

One of the down sides of being the only female sibling in the area with two younger brothers and one widowed dad is that I'm usually the one who is expected to coordinate holiday gatherings. I know many women who accept this role, take it in stride, and even love it. Not me. I spend my day every day coordinating, facilitating, and leading. Sometimes I just want someone else to make the decisions and tell ME what to do. So when Dad sent the following email, I decided to have some good old passive-aggressive fun.

Are the locals interested in having a late lunch at my house on Easter? If so figure out what we will have.
Dad

I'm up for it. It will probably just be Hannah and me. I can bring ham if that would help.
F.

Wyatt and I are in. I can bring whatever. (Which we all know is code for "Just tell me what to do.")
Chris

I like whatever - especially if it is broiled with just a bit of lemon pepper. Perhaps Jason and Jo can bring something.
So the menu will be:
Ham
Whatever
Something

F.

Sorry for the late response but we were uncertain what we were doing. Anyway, we are in and can bring whatever.
Jason

Sorry, but Chris is bringing whatever, and too much whatever gives me serious gas.
You will need to bring something, as outlined in the finalized menu below.
Felicia

If Jason wants to bring whatever, then I guess I will bring something. Why does Jason have to be so difficult!!
Chris

Fine, I will bring something.
Jason

Who am I kidding? We all know how this is going to play out.