As a fifty-four year old senior, there have been many times that I have been reminded of my age, none so glaring as when I was asked to condense those years into 3 paragraphs. I was born on October 12th, 1962, right between the Bay of Pigs incident and President John F. Kennedy’s assassination. I was born on Hamilton Air Force Base in California, a place which no longer exists. I wonder how many people can appreciate that. Over the years I have heard people say, you can’t go home, or it’s not like you remember. Well I truly can’t go home because it is nothing but memories now. I was very lucky as a kid. My dad was in the Air Force so we had to move a lot. It nothing I fully appreciated then, but in hindsight it was nice. My mom was From Scotland so we got to visit a lot of family in Scotland and England and then when he went to Vietnam, we moved to and lived with my Aunt and Uncle in Australia.
One would think that 18 years of constant moving would have soured me towards travel, but that would be wrong. Two weeks after …show more content…
While I was waiting for a slot to open up, I went into the Air Force Active Reserve as a Target Intelligence Analyst and at the same time I joined the Bell County Sheriff’s Office, working in the “old” old Jail, built in the early 1900’s. In 1996 I received 60 stiches cause by inmates during a jail escape. Unluckily for them I still was able to remember something that had happened early in the evening and that information was instrumental in them getting captured down in Houston. During that two year waiting period I also did Logging down in east Texas, where I almost completely cut of my big toe with a chainsaw, I installed carpet for 2 months till I stabbed myself in the hand with a carpet knife, I framed houses for three months until I shot myself in the knee with a nail gun. I was quite relieved when I got my orders to go back into the Air Force where it was
One would think that 18 years of constant moving would have soured me towards travel, but that would be wrong. Two weeks after …show more content…
While I was waiting for a slot to open up, I went into the Air Force Active Reserve as a Target Intelligence Analyst and at the same time I joined the Bell County Sheriff’s Office, working in the “old” old Jail, built in the early 1900’s. In 1996 I received 60 stiches cause by inmates during a jail escape. Unluckily for them I still was able to remember something that had happened early in the evening and that information was instrumental in them getting captured down in Houston. During that two year waiting period I also did Logging down in east Texas, where I almost completely cut of my big toe with a chainsaw, I installed carpet for 2 months till I stabbed myself in the hand with a carpet knife, I framed houses for three months until I shot myself in the knee with a nail gun. I was quite relieved when I got my orders to go back into the Air Force where it was