On Christmas Day, Gary and Jane came over with Jason. Gary is a friend of Jason's family and Jason lived with Gary and Jane for the last couple of years of high school. Jason's own family is pretty broken, and he has assembled a kind of ad hoc family in its place, of which Bob and I are a part. All this to say that we spent a lot of time talking about Jason, with pride and trepidation. Jason tells amazing stories about his training for recon, which is the Marine equivalent of the special forces. Jason, Adam, and some of their friends were off playing video games or something, and Gary started talking about how Jason would mention something called 'failure drills.'
"We did failure drills today," Jason would say.
Gary finally asked what failure drills were? Some sort of Marine discipline where you had to do some sort of drill when you screwed up? The equivalent of fifty push-ups for people who are in really good shape?
They are drills for what to do when at a checkpoint and someone won't stop. Failure to stop. It's one shot to the chest and two in the middle of the forehead.
What do you say in the face of that? Our Jason.
Makes the fact that in the last five days I've lost about 75% of my hair seem really easy to live with.