He wanted a pen for graduation, that is the turning part of this. Yesterday we watched our son become a Marine. He has not been on the best terms with us for 8 months. Yesterday I saw my son first, after his last order to dismiss, and got a hug that paled from my wife after month in Haiti. My daughter and her fiancee saw him next. He saw my wife last and his feet came off the ground for a hug...he's 5' 9" she's 5' 2". This was the first time we have seen him in 8 months and there was not a dry eye on the parade ground; I think his platoon (1st Battalion, Delta Company, Platoon 1063) all knew what was up. His DI, who I knew from Haiti, said his family...not aunt and cousin he had spent his last 4 months before enlistment with, but mom, dad and his sis were the most important things on his mind during basic. I haven't seen Gunny Saraguso for 2 years...he was touched that our son was tough, a good Marine, followed dad, and wanted to see his family after his last order "Yes Sir...Hoo Wrah!!. ( I kept hearing "Good morning Drill Sargent...Woo Wrah, all day) Yesterday, I was invited to spend a day and re-visit CVN 72 again...hard to pass up, but our son is home for 10 days so I declined politely on behalf of the family, and sent him on his way...this is what life is about. We are more than excited to have PFC John M Burr, USMC, home and wanting to see mom and dad. This is a bit fragmented, but John called a bit ago and wants to have dinner with "the family". Seems like Christmas, so "God bless us, God bless us everyone" He wants some pens for his DI, Gunny and some guys in the platoon. Knowing what the pay is for a PFC, these are on me, and they could not go to better people. Sorry and thanks for the ramble!