December 5th, 2013

GBZ

Military


Perhaps it was the lack of proper video games when I was growing up. We didn't have Battlefield, Far Cry, Modern Warfare, or Call of Duty. No, we had Pong. Maybe it was because my mother was a conscientious objector and we never discussed it? Either way, I was never curious about the military growing up; and I grew up in a small Texas town before we moved to Dallas surrounded by my aunts, cousins, and each of my uncles who'd served. I never even asked my own father about his time in the military until just before I was going in.

In junior high the leader of our ragtag gang was celtmanx who attired us all in olive drab and who was well-versed in all-things paramilitary. Still, it didn't interest me. But my son here lately has been downright fascinated with where I've been and what I've done. Writing school papers and dressing up in my old fatigues - most of which fit him these days!

The only thing I do know for sure is that were he to choose to serve at some point in the future, he'll be way the hell more prepared than I was!