I was just in the hangar, sweating as usual, and my cell phone rang. At first, I didn't recognize the area code, but luckily, I was next to a good ol' boy from Georgia and he recognized it.
Turned out it was my son, calling from boot camp in Georgia for the first time. He's doing well, better than I thought he'd be doing. He got there Monday and has already been processed, drilled, screamed at, but he sounded really good. He goes "down field" on Friday and things will be tougher then, but he'll have an address for me to write to.
I'm proud of him. He's becoming a man and stepped up in very uncertain times.