This is a candid letter written to me by my mentor that says
a lot about us who dedicate part of our youth even more of our
adulthood serving in the Armed Forces. This is the view we sometimes
see on the rare occasion that we take a look back at the path
Hey, I can talk that busy line with you until your eyes water.
You of course remember just yesterday being a college student.
I can totally relate these days. My day never seems to end
one just runs into another and everything is a blurred mess at
times. I am trying really hard to maintain family, job,
and school and it can wear me thin at times.
I hate to admit it to anyone, but I think I feel all of
my 37 years some days. I had to do a picture collage for
my GEN ED class and what a time tunnel. I started looking
at pictures I have not looked at in 15 plus years. I found
a picture of me as a Marine PFC/LCPL when I was a mere 18 years
old if you can believe it. Man, was I young. What
in the world happened to all the years? I don't feel like it's
been 20 plus years.
I am pretty darn amazed at all the stuff I have done over
the years. Can you believe I have 16 medals of one kind
or another? I could be a real hero if I was into all of
that stuff. I started my career with people taking care
of me I guess I will end my career me taking care of all of
these kids. Sometimes I think my whole career has been
taking care of all of the kids along the way. Maybe that
is what it's all about and you can count how well you done according
to all the really good people you left behind. I guess
that will be my legacy to the United States Military.
I enlisted a kid last month that I literally felt like I
was passing my torch of honor, glory, God, country, and
family too. The reason is, this kid is exactly the same
age as I was when I started.
It was strange to feel like I am all used up and it is time
to go on, but that is exactly how I felt that day. Kind
of like I have out lived my usefulness if you know what I mean.
Do you realize I have probably forgotten more about being an
NCO than most new NCOs these days will ever learn in an entire
career. This is true because they don't train NCOs the
way I was trained in 1983. Yes, that was the year I was promoted
to Sergeant. Count how many years ago that was and your
graying hair will gray even more. Or in my case my balding
head will just become a little more bald.
Anyway I was looking through all of the pictures of you,
Rob, Bo, Benny, Mo, Jimbo, Brian, and the guys and I started
feeling mighty lonely. I sure miss doing all of the crazy
stuff and all of the fun we had back then. It seemed like
the best and worst of times, man was it ever good to feel like
we were truly family. I miss that family sometimes.
It just not the same over here on this side and you know me,
I am just the most out going person you have ever met.
I am doing fine in school and am looking forward to next
semester already. Even though it's a pain I am enjoying
it. All though some things still remain, I HATE ENGLISH
with a PASSION! All is well here, we are all looking forward
to seeing you guys in Las Vegas this summer. Stay in touch
and I will let you go!
See ya later Brother
Big Guy on Campus (Sergeant to you) HaHa