DS1 knew at 14 he was going to join the Army, he knew what it entailed, he knew the risks, he knew what it took to succeed, he knew it was the career for him and despite some of his teachers trying their level best to change his mind he didn't faulter.
He told us when he was about 7 or 8 that he was going to be a soldier and as he got older we never doubted it. He continued to work hard at school, gaining all A*s and As at GCSE, and AAB at A level. He got a place at uni, but deferred and said he was joining up because the wait at Sandhurst was long, there was no guarentee he'd get in once he'd been to uni and he didn't want to be saddled with all the debt because all he wanted to do was join the army.
He joined in July last year, and finishes his Phase 2 training this Friday. He left home a young man and is now a highly motivated, very confident and very skilled man. He is the happiest and most confident I have ever seen him. He has found the missing piece of his puzzle. He has obtained an NVQ level 2 in engineering and will be continuing on with this to a level 3 at his Regiment.
It was Families' Day at the weekend and we got to see him in his environment. It was great to see him interact with men of all ranks and not be phased, he was upstanding and maintaining eye contact which is not what we are used to seeing him do. He has made us so proud.
DH is in the RAF so my kids have only ever experienced military life so they really do get it. DS2 can't join, otherwise he would. There are a lot worse things that your kids could do. Yes, it does worry me and I don't relish the idea of DS1 being deployed to a war zone, but he could get run over by a bus or struck down with a terminal illness. And at the end of the day he's 20, he's a man and he can make his own decisions. I can choose to stand by him and support him or turn against him. I support him because I love him and if something happened to him I'd never forgive myself if I hadn't been there for him.