Well, a LOT has happened in the last two days. To recap, while practicing his landings, he broke both middle fingers on his hands. At first, he was told he needed 6-8 weeks to heal and ordered to pack up and leave the Airborne barracks. This was quite difficult with two broken fingers. Then he was told that he would recover in the holdover barracks, be shipped out to a duty station and have to reapply for the Ranger Assessment Program. This was a devastating blow. To know that he had worked so hard to get his shot at being in the 75th Ranger Regiment only to lose it with no guarantee of ever getting a chance again was overwhelming. He was angry and sad, but also determined. He told me that he knew he would get the tan beret someday, no matter what.
What a difference a day makes. Today, he first found out that he will need surgery to put screws in each of his bones. They want to make sure they heal straight. If they were twisted, he would risk losing the full function of his hand. I'm very thankful for his great medical care. And, in a huge turn of good luck, he has now been told that he should actually be able to rejoin the Airborne and Ranger program when he is done with his recovery instead of being shipped off anywhere in the world and waiting at least a year to reapply. I know things change all the time in the Army, but this is hopeful news and I am SO happy for him. While I will not be pinning his wings on just yet, I cannot wait to see him next week and I could not be prouder of him for weathering this latest series of events with such maturity.
Today, while practicing landings, he broke two fingers. He is so so bummed. I am so sad for him, but thankful that it was just fingers that were broken and that he should have the chance that to start over and finish what he started. Ugh.
After two days of practicing landings, he says he's sore all over and looking forward to tomorrow because he gets to 'take it easy' and practice harness releases. He said his neck is really sore, which of course worries me but he promised me it was not a big deal.
After a PT test and training, they start on the 35 foot jump towers today. Can't wait to hear about it! UPDATE: He says 'it was cool as hell.'
“What we do for ourselves dies with us.
What we do for others and the world, is and remains immortal.”
He is making the most of today, big breakfast, reading and watching movies. Tomorrow at 0300 - yes you read that right - Airborne officially begins. First on the agenda, a PT test.
Today he moves into the Airborne barracks. This is getting real! He admitted the in-between part has been hard, that he misses home more. We miss him too, so much. I am pretty sure that once he gets back into training, particularly something as challenging and fun (???) as Airborne and RASP, he will be pretty darn happy. If all goes well, on Nov. 8th, I will pinning some wings on a little boy who somehow grew up way faster than I ever expected.
A Soldier's Mom
This is a journal about my experiences as a soldier's Mom. My son gradated OSUT at Fort Benning in October 2013. He is currently stationed at Fort Carson, CO.