Letters to Boot Camp: Volume 1 - Tapa blanda

From July to Sept. 2014 all book sales will go to housing our homeless veterans here in the US. Check out http://www.gofundme.com/b34yes for more information. Thank you! Letters to Boot Camp provides the reader with a heart wrenching and awe inspiring look into the lives of a mother and her son as he made his way through Boot Camp on Parris Island. - “Once they're shipped out to Boot Camp, the only things that those of us left at home can really do for them is to write and pray. And if you're lucky, smuggle in the occasional treat. (I did.) It wasn't easy, but I wrote him every day, and he wrote me as often as he could. Inside these pages you'll find our personal story, our personal letters, and a good deal of information you may find useful. I like to think of Parris Island as a place of miraculous change and growth. Yeah, change isn’t easy, and growing often hurts, but the end result is worth every bit of it.” – - “On November 7, 2011, in a hotel lobby, I smiled and gave my son one last big hug. I told him I loved him and how proud I was of him. The last thing I said was, “You go kick some ass Baby, and I’ll be there waiting when you’re done.” He had to go, so with that I turned around and walked out. Yes, I did look back, and yes, he did grin and wave. From there he would go to MEPS one last time and then get on a bus with all his new best buddies to Parris Island where they would be made into Marines.” -

Letters to Boot Camp provides the reader with a heart wrenching and awe inspiring look into the lives of a mother and her son as he made his way through Boot Camp on Parris Island. - “Once they're shipped out to Boot Camp, the only things that those of us left at home can really do for them is to write and pray. And if you're lucky, smuggle in the occasional treat. (I did.) It wasn't easy, but I wrote him every day, and he wrote me as often as he could. Inside these pages you'll find our personal story, our personal letters, and a good deal of information you may find useful. I like to think of Parris Island as a place of miraculous change and growth. Yeah, change isn’t easy, and growing often hurts, but the end result is worth every bit of it.” – - “On November 7, 2011, in a hotel lobby, I smiled and gave my son one last big hug. I told him I loved him and how proud I was of him. The last thing I said was, “You go kick some ass Baby, and I’ll be there waiting when you’re done.” He had to go, so with that I turned around and walked out. Yes, I did look back, and yes, he did grin and wave. From there he would go to MEPS one last time and then get on a bus with all his new best buddies to Parris Island where they would be made into Marines.” -