The Air Force kid called yesterday. He’s in his second week of basic now. And he sounded much, much better.
He’s learning things, too. Along with folding underwear in six-inch squares and polishing boots and discovering the gig line and so on, he’s discovered that A) in chapel, nobody yells at you, making this a pleasant, still two-hour break, even for an agnostic, and B) when they tell you to drink your water, they mean it. (Collapsed while running, required IV fluids. Has sworn he will NOT do THAT again.)