Arriving early was a priority. Vice President, Joe Biden, was the graduation speaker and security was tight.
We sat sweating in the stands, working on our tans for quite awhile. It was hot. Besides buying a lot of water, Dad and I both bought West Point hats to shade our faces. By the looks of my nose, it was only partially successful.
After the official ceremony, there was one last official thing to do: the commissioning of the 2nd Lieutenant.
My dad's first cousin wanted to attend graduation at West Point. A former officer himself, he could administer the oath. He did such a nice job that this private family ceremony left me wiping tears, and I don't think I was the only one.
His mom and dad pinned on his bars while little sister looked on with the American flag.
West Point nephew had a lot of proud family. Grandpa and Grandma B, his siblings, and three of his cousins were in attendance.
From now on, the 2nd Lieutenant will be in army blue.
Three generations of the men of the family
I'm pretty proud of this guy.
And now he's going to learn how to fly helicopters.
Well, after five weeks of splitting his time between the farm and the Big City,
then he's off to pilot helicopters.
I imagine that his aunt won't be the only one praying.