ehBeth wrote:So, in effect you can make him want it more, but you can't make him want it less?
Well, yes, how perceptive of you. Stinks, doesn't it?
Maybe this time in London will change his mind. Last I talked to him, he believes that the military experience will give him something he can't get anywhere else.
Acquiunk -- We've tried to divert him with alternatives but so far, none has appealed to him. Coast Guard... National Guard... Peace Corps... Foreign Service... they pale in significance to the army as far as he is concerned.
Y'know, you raise your kid to be a peace-loving radical and what do you get?
Girls find him charming, animals love him, his band teacher said he was at the top of the food chain in popularity. The party didn't really start until he arrived, but he still kept this James Bond persona of cool. As a toddler he'd call all ants his pets... they were all named Frankie. It was completely endearing. But now this. What's a mum to do? He's very idealistic and definitely sees this as a higher calling than most despite (maybe because) he's been told how horrible it can be, how mind-numbing, how dangerous. He was very scornful of his new roommate in London who said he'd rather serve burgers at McDonalds then join up.