No, not that soldier’s mother.
Don’t expect much blogging on the subject, but one of my sons is preparing for his mandatory three-year army service.
A commander from my son’s future division came to the house to answer our questions. The commander wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, as pre-army home visits didn’t exist when he enlisted. The program, about a year old, is intended to increase motivation among combat soldiers. We found out where my son would be training, how often he would come home (two weekends out of three, at first) and the different units within the division. I asked what my son should bring with him and he said, “Clothes.”
Another boy from the neighborhood will be in the same unit. When I ran into his mother and mentioned it to her. Ani be-histeria, she said. I’m not. At least not yet. Like it would do me any good.