MUST....NOT.....THROW......UP

was my first thought.

Closely followed by: "I probably should get a shirt on".

And thus was the moment seared into my brain as I sat half naked as the ernest, clean-cut Marine recruiter told me that my firstborn was joining and could I be in Indy on Fri to witness him swearing in?

Funny how when you are dazed, even that simple act of finding and putting on clothing take on EPIC proportions.

That first thought pretty much has remained my theme since....I love him, I support him. The thought of him going to Iraq or Afghanistan makes me want to hurl.