Currahee! Currahee!

Life is never dull when you have a son.  

John-Heath, who is a big fan of all things military, especially any and everything to do with WWII, is constantly role playing.  I don't know whether to be the proud American mother of a potential future soldier or the worried mother of a 7-year-old who talks a bit too much about capturing Germans and court martialing his sister.  His favorite soldiers to emulate are the members of Easy Company of the 506 Parachute Infantry Regiment. 

Today, I had told him we would need to work on a little more math and reading.  We I have been woefully inept in working with him to keep his school skills sharp this summer.  As a teacher I know it's important, but when children hear test, test, test all year long the last thing I want to do in the summer is remind them of more.  Math will just have to wait until tomorrow.

So bright and early today, my son scouted an area for his foxhole, gathered wood to cover said foxhole to protect him from shrapnel and antipersonnel artillery, dressed in some PT clothing and said he was going to run Currahee (if you have seen Band of Brothers you know what this is).

    

Ready for Currahee - 3 miles up, 3 miles down

(a run around the farm and a trek to the barns makes a good substitute)

But first, he must earn his wings with some practice jumps using the parachute off his GI Joe

that he asked me to tie onto his backpack.

A successful landing!

Fresh back from a run.  

(Note to my son:  Next time, mom would appreciate being told before you head out alone on the farm Camp Toccoa, as I get a little worried when a search and rescue must be launched. Oh, and tie your shoes, soldier.)