OmiGAWD, that young'un is already totally ate UP!
So, before we let him go off the Atlanta with his hooligan friend (okay, he's a good kid, too, but he's also a SOLDIER, so figger the odds these two cherry-boy grunts WON'T get into something!
), we levied a no-negotiate demand: he has to call home EVERY DAM' DAY and tell us what's up. No excuses for missing comms check, no one-word answers ('How was your day?' 'Fine.' 'What did you do?' 'Nothing.' NOT GONNA CUT IT!)
But after today's conversation, you know what he said? 'GARRYOWEN!'
Not 'Bye, Dad', or 'Talk to you tomorrow.'
Somebody's been talking to the kid. He hasn't even left for Basic yet, and he's a fanatic already!