I didn't see this coming, so I'm a little amazed at how it has affected me. My nephew called from Texas earlier this afternoon and said he had joined the Marine Corps and will start basic training in San Diego next month. Yikes! He just got married two years ago and has a toddler. But he explained he feels like he's just been flailing around since college, moving from one town to another, trying to discover exactly what he wants for a permanent vocation. I admit to being a little highbrow about that because his father (my brother) has given him every material thing he ever wanted or needed. So I'm genuinely delighted that my nephew wants to finally strike out on his own, but egads, joining the Marines is a HUGE step in that direction. I know there are service men and women who post on this board, so if you have any hints on how to survive basic training, I'd love to pass them on to Matthew. The funnier the better. He's got a terrific sense of humor.