I couldn't be mad at her, we were still in war against terrorism in Afghanistan. But for some reason I was, when she told me I couldn't I crushed my phone and told her I can when I'm eighteen. A couple of months after I signed up my mother and I stopped being mad at each other and she was becoming prouder to be a "Marine Mom" so to speak. She never stopped being scared throughout my time in the service, but she was becoming tolerant of the fact I was in danger twenty-four seven. During my graduation ceremony they called out all the seniors who were going in the military and when they said my name I felt a pride I never