Without a doubt, it has been the longest and most exhausting day of my life. I can barely keep my eyes open down to write this. Already I fear I'm breaking the rules being up after lights out but I must record this experience before I forget it. My pre-dawn morning began with my checking into MEPS. MEPS is a military evaluation medical clinic where they examine every inch of you, right down to your toenails to make sure that you meet the acceptable requirements before they put their seal of approval on you. It's run a little better than a meatpacking plant. You are one in a line of prospects making his/her way down the assembly line of the US government. For me, my main concern was being able to weigh in within their guidelines. I spent the last month at my recruiter's office working out with the Marines there to lose 20 pounds so I could enlist. My time is divided amongst them, either at the gym next door or on some concrete pavement running. I'm very grateful to them for all the effort they put in to help me when they clearly didn't have to. Anyway, once I've been poked, prodded and deemed acceptable to become property of the US government, I was taken to a room with several others to be sworn in. Raising your right hand and swearing to protect and defend your country is a surreal moment. It's a bit stunning in the sense that you realize that little old you is important in this world after all. That you are about to change the direction of your life and make a significant impact in contributing to the history just by being there. We were loaded onto buses and shipped to the airport. Since I was headed for Parris Island (the only recruit training location for females) I was going to land in South Carolina. I was the only one going to Parris Island and everyone on the bus was surprised that I was going into the Marine Corps. Guys and girls all commented that they couldn't do that and stated which branch they were headed for. I was proud to be considered tough as well as the object of their awe. Upon arriving to the airport terminal, I was met by a Marine corporal, the recruit depot liaison. He informed me that we had a few others flying in and we would be waiting for them. He took me to a room apparently used for this purpose as they had tables and chairs like a classroom. What seemed like hours passed and little by little one person at a time would show up. That's where I first met Walden. She was a tall Kentuckian female who packed her no nonsense attitude with her. She didn't say too much. I imagine she was nervous like the rest of us. I suppose I should explain that the process of getting to Parris Island doesn't usually happen this way. However, we were one of the last people that would be joining this training cycle and were therefore a couple of days behind everyone else. Due to a spot opening up at the last minute, I was able to go now instead of waiting until October. So Walden and I were the only two females headed for the same place. The others were males including Bolden, who would as it turned out, become a great friend and fellow student at the journalism school I was going to. All day today I couldn't help but be excited despite the horror stories I had heard about the Marines and their training. I guess I'm supposed to be terrified but I'm not. I feel like my life is finally about to mean something. Once all the prospects arrived, we were loaded into a van for an hour's drive to Parris Island. It was the middle of the night and after all the traveling I had done all day, this last trip seem to take forever. The corporal liaison was nice enough, since there were only a few of us to stop at a gas station and let us get something to eat and drink. Still I just couldn't wait to get here. We finally made it to Parris Island. As we approached the depot, the corporal told us to put our heads down. It was both nervous and very excited. This was it.

Welcome to one of the most unique families in the world. By proxy, you will be inducted into a group that is older than our Constitution. It is an honorable organization with a long history of warriors. You are about to be the parent of one of those warriors. Without the knowledge and facts of what to expect, this journey can be scary. It is important to learn myth from fact and to ensure that you do everything you can do to support your future Marine and keep yourself from worrying. If you are a Marine veteran, or come from a Marine Corps family already, this book is a great resource. It can help you compare your experiences with how the Marine Corps is conducting its training now. Many things have changed throughout the history of boot camp, but many things have not. This book can provide you with an opportunity to brush up on what's new and discuss what is the same. This guide has information from multiple official United States Marine Corps web sites and endeavors to be as current as possible. The 13 weeks of recruit training will fly by before you know it. While you won't be there personally to witness the transformation, you will be able to learn what is happening to your recruit. The best thing you can do is educate yourself on what your recruit is going through so that you can learn what will be expected of him/her as a United States Marine. This book is designed to help you do just that. It will give you a glimpse of what it is like as a recruit in boot camp and what you, as a parent, will need to know. It will also explain how you can help your recruit while he/she is in boot camp and what not to do. When graduation rolls around, you will be prepared to see your new Marine and understand exactly how the graduation process works. Also, we will explore what happens to your Marine after boot camp. His/her journey is only beginning at that point. There is still much more that your Marine will learn as he/she is sent to Marine Combat Training, his/her Military Occupational Specialty (MOS) school and then into the fleet. The adventure doesn't stop with graduating boot camp. Your Marine is going to need your support for a long time. The best thing you can do is prepare yourself with the education and knowledge that you can be a successful Marine parent. This is an exciting time for your future Marine. He/she is embarking on a journey that few will ever understand or comprehend. It will change their lives in so many ways. It is important as their parent that you understand why they call the Marines, "The Few. The Proud." It is a way of life that is difficult to explain unless you have lived through it. However, this book is going to do its best to explain it in a way that makes you beyond proud that your son or daughter chose the Marine Corps as a foundation for the way to live an honorable life of service to our country.