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I remember the feeling you are having when my son was a rook. One phone call a week was torture. He was though able to send and recieve emails, keep that in mind. I used to look at the webcams on the Norwich Site just to see if I could see him. It was really like where's Waldo? All the cadets look identicle in uniform especially from a wecam on top of a building. Follow the packing list completely. Any extra stuff he brings goes to storage. Be there for Parent's weekend in October. He can leave with you for a day and a night. He will want "real " food and to watch cable in the hotel. Tell him to always have a positive attitude, make friends and get good grades. Focus on that and everything else will fall into place. Good luck to him and to you because I know what you are going through. |
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Star Ledger responded. I will keep you posted |
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One more lesson from RP. My son had written the life story of RP, our 90 year old neighbor. The man was in the 8th regiment 2nd Marine Division 1942 to 1946. The story focused on his experience during the battle of Okinawa and then Nagasaki in his months of occupation after the atomic bombing. He took care of and fed this boy YY there. YY who still lives near Nagasaki and RP have written to each other ever since. They are still friends. it was titled "Marine Pfc RP is still completing the mission" referencing the friendship of the occupation troops with the people of Japan that RP still continues with YY. RP helped with the story and read through a couple of drafts with my son. My son and him are good friends. The Star Ledger loved the story and really wanted to publish it on next months anniversary of the Nagasaki bombing. They wanted to send a reporter and photogragher to see him. He decided he did not want his story in the paper. He didn't need it. He has had an article written 20 years ago and a street named after him. He said he's been thinking of something that happened at Okinawa. He was called to receive some type of award. It's tough to understand what because he slurs from the strokes he has had. His buddies had submitted this award for him. He asked why and they said because they like him. To him it was the greatest honor. Nothing can top that. A couple days after a mortar put him in the hospital. Soon after that his buddies lost their lives. No arguing with this man. He should have what he wants. All of us in the nieghborhood keep on eye on him and go to see him. He is very respected man here. One more lesson taught |
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And what's with all the links, Please refrain from posting Spam on this forum. |
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