I am a referee assessor (evaluator) at the college soccer level. One day, I'm sitting in the stands, top row, just waiting for the game to start. The visiting team's parents had congregated in this section. Ugh. A big dad comes and sits down right next to me. We are the only ones sitting in the whole row. He is so close that my open folder is over his thigh. I mean, personal space, man, but I wasn't going to move for him. A guy in a sweat suit comes up and sits down on the other side of me. The sweat suit has the logo of another college. He looks and me and instantly figures out who I am and why I'm there. We acknowledge each other in a sentence or so, and turn to the game.
Meanwhile, the dad is starting to tell all of the other parents how much he knows about the sport, just establishing male dominance. Later, the referee makes a decision on a very minor thing (throw-in direction) in front of the area where we're sitting that goes against the visiting team. The dad starts in about how these referee never get any feedback, not like yahda, yahda, yahda. The coach next to me leans over and says, "He has no idea who you are, does he?" I replied, "Nope!" The coach does a fist pump and says, "Awesome!" I'm guessing that he's had a snowplow parent or two to deal with.
When I went to college, my parents didn't move me in. They put me on the plane and I flew to a city where I'd never been before. I think they visited once in four years. I only went home for Thanksgiving, Christmas/New Year's and spring break. When my kids went to college, I didn't move them either. The oldest and the youngest were going three time zones away. The middle child was going to go to college in Europe. That ended up not working out for her (long story), but she got herself back home by herself, and went off to a different school only about 500 miles away, again, by herself. If you're old enough to join the military, you ought to be self reliant enough to go places alone.