The crucible is over. My brother is a Marine.
Read my dad's post - he pretty much nails it again.
Sgt. Brian Armstrong, Austin's recruiter, said that if anything went wrong during the Crucible that would keep Austin from graduating next week--injury, failure, quitting--he'd get a call, and so would we.
And it would happen pretty quickly.
The schedule for today was Reveille at 3 a.m., nine-mile march from 4-7 a.m., Emblem Ceremony at 7:30, and Warrior's Breakfast at 8.
So at 7 a.m. I thought, "He's done."
At 7:30, "He's receiving his Emblem. He's a Marine."
At 8, "He's eating."
But it was all expectation based on the schedule. No confirmation that it had really happened.
Pam saw Sgt. Armstrong this afternoon.
He hadn't received a phone call.
We hadn't received a phone call.
It's over. He made it.
Can't begin to tell you what it feels like.
But everyone should feel this way at least once in their lives.