11. 10. 12
So, I received a letter from one of my good friends who is on Parris Island right now training to be a Marine. We graduated together, having known each other since we were in 4th grade.
He tells me it’s hell down there; not so much the physical work, but that the drill instructors really try to mess with his head. All of that, plus he has not been allowed to talk to/ or see his family or friends at all since August. Until December, letters are his only means of keeping in touch.
He told me that when he’s having a rough time, he’ll think of me encouraging him to “Be a man!” (a la Mulan—an inside joke) and that helps him carry on.
Moreover, he told me that every morning when he wakes up at 4am, there are still stars out, and sometimes he’ll see shooting stars. He told me that those stars make him think of me.
He trailed off there, but regardless, when I read his letter (which contained more), I sunk to the floor in my school’s post office and started crying.
I don’t even know what to do with myself.
(But if anyone out there read this and could pray for that boy’s safety, I would be eternally grateful.)