I know, I know. The Marines are not about love.
Now when I read of the war on terrorism or the coming conflict in Iraq, it cuts to my heart. When I see a picture of a member of our military who has been killed, I read his or her name very carefully. Inwhen the barrel-chested Marine recruiter showed up in dress blues and bedazzled my son John, I did not stand in the way.
John was headstrong, and he seemed to understand these stern, clean men with straight backs and flawless uniforms.
I live on the Volvo-driving, higher education-worshiping North Shore of Boston. I write novels for a living.
I have never served in the military. It had been hard enough sending my two older children off to Georgetown and New York University. I did not relish the prospect of answering the question "So where is John going to college? At the private high school John attended, no other students were going into the military.
One parent a professor at a nearby and rather famous university spoke up at a school meeting and suggested that the school should "carefully evaluate what went wrong.
We parents and our Marines not only were of many races but also were representative of many economic classes. Some arrived crammed in the backs of pickups, others by bus.
John told me that a lot of parents could not afford the trip. We in the audience were white and Native American. We were Southern whites from Nashville and skinheads from New Jersey, black kids from Cleveland wearing ghetto rags and white ex-cons with ham-hock forearms defaced by jailhouse tattoos.
I feel closer to the waitress at our local diner than to some of my oldest friends. She has two sons in the Corps. They are facing the same dangers as my boy. When the guy who fixes my car asks me how John is doing, I know he means it. His younger brother is in the Navy. During World War II, the sons and daughters of the most powerful and educated families did their bit.
If the immorality of the Vietnam War was the only reason those lucky enough to go to college dodged the draft, why did we not encourage our children to volunteer for military service once that war was done?
Have we wealthy and educated Americans all become pacifists? Is the world a safe place?
Or have we just gotten used to having somebody else defend us? I feel hope because perhaps my son is part of a future "greatest generation. My son is one of them. He is the best I have to offer. He is my heart. Frank Schaeffer is a writer.
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My Heart on the Line Frank Schaeffer.
Before my son became a Marine, I never thought much about who was defending me. Now when I read of the war on terrorism or the coming conflict in Iraq, it cuts to my heart. When I see a picture of a member of our military who has been killed, I read his or her name very carefully.
The conviction of a Royal Marine for murdering an injured Afghan insurgent should not "besmirch" the organisation, Prime Minister David Cameron has said. Speaking to marines at Downing Street, Mr Cameron said the "appalling" case in no way represented .
My son is a Marine, and the Marines have taught him to love, at least given him voice to the speaking of love and showing of love to his mother. -Advertisement- Until recently, I could count on one hand the number of times my youngest child had told me he loves me.