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It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, but I have to share:
Our Marine, who is a drill instructor at MCRD San Diego, was home on leave this week. India Company had just graduated a new class of Marines, and our sergeant decided to fly home to Tennessee. Home-cooked meals and lots of sleep were on the schedule. (DIs sometimes skip meals and sleep, working 20-hour days to make sure their recruits learn how to be Marines.)
Still our sergeant, who is in his late 20s, had found special time for his 17-year-old sister, taking her to Nashville one day for a concert festival, making sure she had fun, but not too much fun.
The next night we gathered in the family room. Sister, as usual, had her cell phone nearby and being a multi-tasker was holding up her end of the conversation while texting on her cell phone.
“Who are you talking to,” our DI asked his sister, nodding his head at the phone in her hands.
“Austin,” she said. “He’s a guy I know.”
“A guy you know, huh?” our Marine said.
“Nothing special,” she said. “He’s more like a friend than anything.”
The Marine just grunted.
The texting with Austin continued, and then my daughter put the phone down and ran up to her room to look for a book her friend wanted to borrow.
When she was gone, our Marine picked up the phone and scowled. Light danced off his freshly shaven head, his eyes were nearly closed in a squint that could only be called menacing and his mouth was turned down in a frown that bordered on a sneer that barely hid hints of malice and ill will. It was a face many a recruit had seen while navigating the life-change known as boot camp.
The DI took his picture with his sister’s phone, punched a button or two and put the phone down again.
When his sister returned, book in hand, to tell Austin he could come over to the house to pick it up, he was gone. He had disconnected. Then she saw the photo her brother had sent, along with these words:
“I’m watching you!”
By now the scowl was gone, replaced by the big grin she knew so well. She sighed, shrugged her shoulders and smiled back. What else can a girl expect when her big brother is a sergeant in the Marine Corps and a drill instructor to boot?
We haven’t seen Austin all week, maybe after the Marine flies back to the Depot and begins working with another class of recruits.