Commissioned

Wow, it just dawned on me that I never even told you about my son’s commissioning into the US Army! In my defense, it did happen 10 weeks before I even started my blog, but still. It was kind of important. And with yesterday being Veteran’s Day, this is as good a time as any.

I could say it all started with Eric’s graduation from Texas A&M University, but really, the first event was a big surprise before he even started his freshman year. “I want to join the Corps of Cadets,” he told us.

My sensitive, nurturing response: “Who — you??!!? Seriously??” (I wasn’t being mean; he was just so happy-go-lucky that I could not see him in a structured, military-style environment like that.)

“Well, they have mandatory study time every night. I’m afraid if I don’t have something like that I’ll goof off and end up flunking out.” Whoa. Somebody was beginning to grow up. He survived his freshman year. Here he is, before a sophomore-year football game.

At A&M, you can be in the Corps and take ROTC classes with no military commitment through your first two years. So our second surprise was near the end of his sophomore year, when Eric decided to commission with the Army. He signed up for simultaneous membership in the Corps and in Army Reserves, and began spending one weekend a month at the base in Conroe.

After his four years in the Corps, Eric married his wonderful fiancee Heather, and got ready for his “victory lap” (code for one’s second senior year.)

Before we knew it, it was time for graduation. Unlike most parents at commencement, we had no trouble spotting Eric & his buddies in the crowd: they were the ones in various military uniforms rather than caps and gowns.

The schedule was perhaps just a bit tight… It allowed about fifteen minutes for sprinting to the car through a major downpour, driving clear across campus, looking for a parking spot in the six-story garage, and racing across the almost-submerged street to the commissioning ceremony. Brent tried to keep all the relatives together and halfway dry, but we pretty much skidded into Rudder Theater, dripping wet, with all our hearts racing. No idea how Eric got there.

Then the officer introduced the candidates one by one as they came out onto the stage. When there was just one chair left on the front row, Eric walked in. My heart got about three sizes larger. He stood at attention until the officer was finished, then sat straight and motionless through the rest of the introductions. At last they all rose, about twenty young men and women, looking solemn and dignified as they committed themselves to defend our country.

The ceremony was as gratifying as you can imagine. Then came the really hard work. Eric asked Heather and me to “pin” his rank on. Turns out, “Pinning” is done without the help of a single pin. There are these little hook deals on the rank bars, that you’re supposed to wrestle into flat metal slots on the shoulder of the uniform. This would have been easier if Eric’s shoulder had been below eye level, but after a few awkward minutes we both managed it.

After congratulations all around, and visiting with some of the other brand-new 2nd Lieutenants and their parents, we all went out for dinner. It was a perfect ending to a significant day — significant not only to our family, but to the wider Aggie family and our whole country.

Here’s my handsome young man with his dad and grandmother. I am proud to be an Aggie Mom and an Army Mom.

Thanks for reading,
Jan

PS: I am linking up today with my Company Girls friends, many of them fellow moms.

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10 Responses to Commissioned

  1. Cindy Gise says:

    I’m so proud of all those Aggies who commissioned that weekend. Of course, I’m most proud of a certain Air Force 2nd Lt., Jon Gise. It felt like all those boys were my sons. I pray for all of them to be safe and rejoin their families – especially since a few will soon be deployed. Thanks to each of them for dedicating their life to service for our country.

    Cindy

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  2. Jan says:

    I know what you mean; I felt like a mother of 8, myself — including Jon! Now, if I can only grow accustomed to the idea of the Army and Air Force letting our “children” handle those expensive things like Howitzers and jets…
    Thanks for stopping by, Cindy!

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  3. Star says:

    Thanks for sharing the story and your son! I am so grateful for all our military and their families who sacrifice every day! God bless you!

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  4. Marie says:

    Four years ago my son joined the Canadian Army, I was a very proud mama the day he graduated from basic training….he grew up before my eyes…three years later he finished his time and decided to get back to civilian life…..he turned out pretty good and I’m pleased he made such a corageous choice! Thanks for the birthday wishes!

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  5. Jan says:

    Hello, Marie! Good to have you again. And congratulations on your son’s service. I doubt ours will stay in as a career either. (But I’ve learned I can’t out-guess him!)

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  6. Jen says:

    What an amazing story and an amazing man. Reading stories like this fills me with such hope for the future. It makes me cherish the moments when they are little and encourages me to pray for them — that they would fulfill the dreams God has for them.

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