I remember in 1982 when I was in Beirut, Lebanon while in the Marine Corps. We were there for a peace keeping mission. I decided not to let mom know I was there. I did not want her to worry about my being in a war torn area. I guess that was the wrong thing to do. She called and gave hell to a lot of people who were in administrative roles in the Corps. She must have gotten hold of the right people, because my platoon commander came to me and said if I didn't write my mother and let her know where I was I would be in deep trouble. That goes to show that a concerned mother can get the Marine Corps brass to bend to her will. I love you mom.