I was 22 when I raised my hand, took the oath, and began down a path of service that would change and inform my life forever. My father and grandfather were only 18 when they volunteered.
My grandfather volunteered and served as an infantry soldier in World War I. He fought at the Battle of Huertgen Forest. When he came home, he married grandma and had a family; but the horrors of the battles eventually took his life when my dad was a child.
My dad was a Navy Medic who was on his way to Korea when the treaty held, creating the DMZ. He spent two years in Japan in support of the Marine units stationed there as a quick reactionary force if the treaty failed. When his service ended, he came home, learned a trade, had 4 boys, and lived a full life; but in many ways he missed the service and wished he had made it a career. His wish was something he only confided in me about, and I let it go with him to his grave. Never told my mom about it because she would’ve reacted badly,
Getting back to me, after visiting the wonderful State of Georgia for 16 weeks, I was assigned to Ft. Carson, CO and spent the next almost 2 years traveling down range, and going to such exotic places as Pinion Canyon and Ft. Irwin for enhanced war games training. When my active time was done, I spent two years in the Utah Army National Guard where I got to learn the skill of parachuting into exotic desert and mountainous places. During this time I was attending school at the U where I met my wife. Eventually injuries, and the peace divided since we weren’t at war at this time, ended my service. I earned my degree and headed off to find a job. Regardless of the rhetoric the private sector spews about supporting servicemen and servicewomen, my life experience has been it was total BS. Most of these companies, including the ones where I did find work, looked at us like “damaged goods.” It was like I should be grateful they hired me at all. Some were OK, but all of these jobs had time spans of around 5 years before I was shown the door. Eventually I landed a job in government and things changed. For once, I felt like I was given a fair shake, could promote at my pace, and got to work with people that respected me.
It has been a full life with only one regret. I should’ve fought my mom and had my dad buried in a Armed Forces Cemetery. Maybe it’s just me, but I think he would be there swapping stories with the rest of the men and women buried there, and he would be happy.
So here’s to another one. Missing my dad and wishing he was still here. I am probably too old to be getting like this, but here I am, going off the rails again just like I have for the last 7 years.
Thank you to all of you who served, and are still serving. I hope you had a good day.