As many times as Tim explains to me what exactly it is that he does in the Marines, what his position is, what his responsibilities are, I can never quite wrap my brain around it, the reality, the logistics. I admire it, I am proud of him for doing it, but I will never full get it. Our phone call this morning:
Me: Heyyyyyy brother, what’s new?
Tim: I’m back from Marine-ing, I’m now Marine-ing in a new place. Hold on, gotta send a Marine thing to another Marine.
Me: All good. How’s it going?
Tim: Pretty good, we’ve just been Marine-ing, getting ready to move out and Marine. No plans to Marine far away any time soon, but we’re shipping out to SoCal for Marine training in a few weeks, so.
Me: YOU’LL BE IN CALIFORNIA?! Can I come see you?!
Me: Why not?
Tim:….Because I’m going to be Marine-ing. The whole time.
Me: But maybe for just a minute we go to Disneyland.
Tim:….No. We have to Marine.
Me: Aw, c’mon, they won’t even let you leave like just a little bit?
Tim: No, we have to protect the country.
Tim: This makes me not want to protect you.
Me: Yep! I get it.