Andrew and the Army

In 14 days my son will be leaving for basic training in the Army. He will be attending basic at Fort Lost-in-the-woods, in the state of misery. AKA Fort Leonard wood, Missouri. Then he will be traveling to Fort Huachuca, Arizona for his job training as an intelligence analyst.
How do I feel about this endeavor? You name it, I'm feeling it. Proud that he is choosing to serve his country. Proud that he is following in my footsteps by joining the Army.
Excited to relive my Army days vicariously through him. Excited at the opportunities that will be available to him. Scared to death that he will have to go over to the Middle East and something bad will happen to him. Something that I will not be able to protect him from. Sad that my little boy is all grow'd up. Little Andrew is not so little anymore. Happy to know that he has a goal to do the exact same job in the Army that he wants to do for the CIA . Happy to know that he has a goal and is taking steps to reach that goal.
This is just a tip of the iceberg of how I'm feeling about him and the Army. There are many more emotions, but they are having a difficult time identifying themselves at the moment.