I finished a phone call with my cousin, B, a moment ago. I had to call to tell him goodbye and razz him that it was very inconsiderate of him to go to basic a week early since he was ruining everyone's chance to have pizza and homemade ice cream next Saturday.
I asked him why in the WORLD he didn't just tell them when they called to tell him his report date had been changed to this week rather then next, that we were having a party next week so he'd just as soon come then rather than now.
He laughed and said that wasn't what he thought he should lead off with when they called. I agreed that he was probably on track; he'll be yelled at enough in a few days, no sense adding to that, right?
It's a first lesson in expecting the unexpected...best laid plans...being ready for anything...etc.
All those good things that the military is so good at tryin' to learn ya.
In our deployment past, as limited as it is, the long, drawn-out marching toward a date certain was very hard. In many ways, the phone call that said, "You're leaving in 48 hours" made things move so fast that I didn't have time to flip out until he was already gone. And then, I had two little people and two furry beings, a full-time job and all that other loveliness adulthood affords you preventing me from a full-fledged flip out.
I think I'm still going home next weekend for pizza. I told B when he's done we'll have pizza, ice cream AND apple pie (it will be fall) even if we have to bring it to his graduation.
So, pray a little harder tomorrow for him and his family. It could be a bumpy first day.