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Parris Island Graduation

Proud mom of a Marine

Last year at this time (2012), my youngest son, Casey, was at Marine boot camp at Parris Island. I wrote some thoughts about honoring our military in my post Beyond Apple Pie. This year, he is home and serving in the Marine Reserves.

I never wrote about our experience, so I thought I’d share a little now. Let me tell you, if you ever have the opportunity to experience a Marine boot camp graduation—don’t miss it! I will forever count that as one of the top moments of my life.

Boot camp lasts for 13 weeks, and it’s a long 13 weeks in the life of the recruit and the family. The night they arrive on the base, they’re allowed one phone call to let you know they have arrived safely. But it’s not a conversational call…and if you’re unprepared, it will tear you apart.

They read a short script at the top of their voice, which is already hoarse, and they’re not allowed to say anything else or to respond to anything you say. The whole thing lasts 10-15 seconds and then they hang up. They. Hang. Up. Fortunately, I was prepared but I still cried like a baby after that phone call.

And that’s the last time I heard my baby’s voice for 13 weeks. It was tough.

The recruits don’t have a lot of letter writing time—I got one per week—and no phone calls. For the first couple of weeks, you don’t hear anything except a form letter giving you the recruit’s address.

I wrote to Casey every day, and numbered each letter in case he got several at one time. We had a matrix of the schedule posted on our fridge, which helped because we always had some idea of what he was doing.

The last activity prior to graduation week is The Crucible, a 54-hour test of endurance and intestinal fortitude. Some parents get a phone call after the Crucible since the Marines get liberty on Sunday afternoon. I didn’t get a phone call because we thought it would be harder if we were able to talk and the lines to use a phone are extremely long.

But, as you learn the day your recruit leaves for boot camp, no news is good news, and I knew when I hadn’t heard from anyone by Sunday evening that he had made it through the Crucible and we were good to go.

Our graduation week activities began on Wednesday with Family Day orientation. Initially it was just David, Brian and me since Malorie couldn’t get there until Thursday evening. Families register and attend informational presentations.

When we registered and found the list of names for our Marine’s platoon, we learned that he was one of two from his platoon who had earned a meritorious promotion during boot camp. He had never told us, and you cannot begin to imagine how proud we were.

The three of us were beaming all day. It still makes me tear up just to remember that moment.

promotion

We didn’t get to see Casey on Wednesday. The first time you’re allowed to see your new Marine is on Thursday. The day begins with the Motivational Run at 7:00 a.m. I didn’t want to be late or have to worry about parking, so we arrived on the base about 5:30.

The first sight of the graduates was in the dark and all you could see were their reflectors.

reflectors

Parris Island is a place that makes you proud to be an American, and especially proud to be a family member of a United States Marine. They are proud of what they do and rightfully so.

The greatest fighting force on this earth is created right there on that tiny little island off the coast of South Carolina.

We Make Marines

It still gives me goosebumps to look at that sign. Nothing fancy, no long pronouncements or propaganda. Just WE MAKE MARINES. Boom. Take that, Taliban.

Pretty soon we could see the platoons coming down the street. Our first glimpse was from far away and we had no idea which one was Casey.

coming down the street

And then our next surprise…he ran by carrying his 1064 platoon flag! We didn’t know that was going to happen, and we almost missed him because we were looking into the crowd of Marines and not right at the front.

platoon 1064

There were a few presentations and then liberty began at 10:00 a.m. I was so happy to give that boy a hug! We were the proudest parents there. Everybody says that but I know it’s true!

casey and david

And the next order of business was food…his favorite chocolate pizza was waiting in the car.

chocolate pizza eating marine

We were able to spend a few hours with him and then he had to return to duty and we left to get some sleep before another early morning for the graduation ceremonies the next day.

packed stands

The stands were packed…lots of proud family members and friends. And then we got our first look at the newest Marines as they marched toward the parade deck.

first glimpse

We sat right beside where Casey’s platoon would stand, so we were able to have a great view of him and the whole ceremony. He is standing next to the Honor Graduate (the one holding the flag) on the front row.

Casey had been designated a Squad Leader just a few weeks after he arrived at boot camp, and he held the position the rest of the time he was there—which is a bit of an unusual feat for recruits at Parris Island.

graduation parris island

The ceremony only lasted an hour…and when the Marines say an hour, that’s exactly what they mean.

With an 8 year commitment to the Marine Reserves, he has a long road ahead of him. After Parris Island, he spent a few months of additional training elsewhere but is home now and ready to start college like the rest of his friends—while fulfilling his obligations to the Marines once a month and during the summer. He is doing great and he is our family’s hero.

He doesn’t like us to say that, because he hasn’t deployed or fought anywhere or, in his mind, done anything of note. But to us, the fact that he volunteered, committed himself for 8 years and is willing to deploy at any moment that he is called makes him our hero—whether he likes it or not! We are so proud of him.

Of course, that didn’t stop his older brother and sister from making him sit in the middle when we drove away from Parris Island. He might be a Marine, but he’ll always be the baby brother. But have you ever seen a prouder big brother and sister?

After graduation
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