Bone-chilling wind and rain. April at Naval Training Center Great Lakes, a teeth-rattling shuttle ride from Chicago's O'Hare Airport.
On cold, gum-encrusted bleacher seats we got to know a few of the 3,000 parents and other relatives of the 709 boot-camp graduates to be. We had three hours to scout through the crowd, relish Sousa marches and, finally, try to find son Daniel who pretty much looked like everybody else. Gotta love the military.