Just talked on the phone with my son Jon (LCPL Jon A. Webster, USMC). His deployment to Iraq is being moved up a few weeks, and he’ll be flying out of Camp Pendleton at the start of July. He’ll try to call one more time before he flies out, but after that we probably won’t hear from him for several weeks, after he’s been through Kuwait and moved into Iraq. His job there will be to help with the on-going transition to the Iraqi Army and Police.
I wasn’t quite prepared for the rush of emotion I felt at the end of the phone call. He’s been in the Marines for two years; I’m very proud of his choice and what he’s made of himself during that time. He plans to make the Marines a career, getting a college degree when he gets back from Iraq and then going to OCS and becoming a ‘mustang’ officer (as was his grandfather and namesake, my dad, John A. Webster). In fact, he’s carrying on a strong family tradition of military service. He has his own mixed feelings at deploying — not because of any questions about his mission there, but because he’s recently fallen in love with a beautiful Marine (and that’s not an oxymoron — I’ve seen her myself). He’s only scheduled to be deployed for seven (7) months, but he also knows full well that could be extended, either in Iraq or in Afghanistan. He believes in what he’s doing, as do I. And I couldn’t be more proud of him.
But . . . my son is going to war. ..bruce w..