I was born into a large
family, 10 children, to be exact. I am the fourth oldest, among my
brothers and sisters. In our family, growing up, there was love for
one another, yet there was also, I guess, the sense of what is mine
is mine. We didn’t have a great deal, but what we had, we held
dear. Each one of us did graduate high school, thanks to our
mother, and found our own path in life. We, for many years, drifted
apart in all different directions. Today, we enjoy the closeness we
have with one another.
At age 17, while still in
high school, I went to work in a textile factory. Within one year I
had accumulated such great wealth in that factory, (ha, ha) that I
got married. It was in the same factory where I met my wife, of 27
years. So I guess I did obtain a vast wealth there and for 6 years
I continued working at the same location. At 23 years of age I
joined the United States Navy. For the next 20 years, with my wife
and three children in tow, us nomads journeyed from place to place,
never truly having a home to speak of. A few years here, a year
there, our nomadic children endured these hardships. So many
different schools, and to leave your friends behind, it was hard on
them. Needless to say my wife, I knew it must also be hard on her,
but never once did she complain about where we were going.
I know
exactly how the warriors of olde must have felt when they too went
off to battle. You leave behind those you love, not knowing if you
fell in battle would they be taken care of? Somehow, we get past
that, and go into uncertain battles. Until it is over, and you are
standing upright, do you think about what could have happened?
Believe me, fear finds its way inside, but you don’t show it, not to
any, you just go on as if nothing even happened. I don’t care how
big a man or woman you think you are, you can see it in their faces,
the fear of what could have been. You carry it with you always, or
you cross that fine line of what is real and not real, you die
inside. No longer do you sustain the meaning behind a living
person, to you, they are not real any more, it is just a game, no
different from a video game. Those, you had to be very vigilant of,
because they would turn on you, even on themselves, and commit
suicide. It is all part of playing soldier. It is a very hard life
indeed. It is also a very fulfilling honour and privilege to serve
with these men and women willing to give their lives, for any, and I
mean any, who just sticks out a hand for help.
My
time in service also taught me how to look beyond race or
nationality and see the person. There are no differences in one
nationality from another. All want to live in peace. There is only
a handful of people around the world, who decides what the next day
will bring, and those people can erase us all, in the blink of an
eye. You would not believe the might that is out there, it’s
mind-boggling!
I have
since retired from the service. After traveling a greater part of
the world, there is still no place like home. It is here, on a
small farm in Virginia, my wife and I planted our feet for once.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Maybe we will stay put, or
maybe something else will call us and off we may go again?
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