Could this really be the dreadful "Boot Camp" of which I've heard horror stories my whole life?
Next, I was taken to the Mess Hall, only they called it some fancy Italian name that I can't remember. It was Buffet Heaven! Anything you could desire or imagine was available-- for free!
Six weeks passed. Six weeks of pampering and rest. The pretty officer informed me that now that we were such good friends, I could graduate and move on. Shucks! If Boot Camp was this good, what must real service be like?
Happily, I packed my luggage and joined my regiment at Fort Bliss. (What a delightful sounding place!) But stepping from the bus into the blazing Texas sun, I received the shock of my life! Here were soldiers dressed in camouflage; standing to attention when an officer walked by, cadence marching, and horrors! doing push-ups!
I tried to scramble back onto the bus. This wasn't what I was expecting! Rough hands pulled me back, as the bus sped away. My head spun from the incredible heat, and sun spots darkened my vision. Sinking to the ground in desperation, I prayed silently, "Someone get me out of here!!!"
Then I awoke, and behold, it was a dream!
I'll leave the interpretation to the individual, but I have a question for you. Parents, do you really think you're doing your children any favors, by being their "buddy?" Or are you prepared to start training them...for life?