I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my Father. Mostly because of how many things are being done wrong.
I need to go back a little bit and but that in to context.
I’m presently mobilized on what is being called an Overseas Contingency Operation. Several thousand miles from the people I love the most in the middle of nowhere stuck in a little room. I have very little freedom of movement and I spend almost my entire day with a manI really only barely know and didn’t know at all nine months ago.
I never really thought of myself as a military man until 9/11. I know that date changed a lot of people’s lives. It probably changed an entire generation. All I knew after that day was that I needed to do something to help protect and take care of the people I loved.
My father passed away just about a year and a half ago. He was always a military man. Enlisted in the Marines at the age of eighteen. Joined the Reserves when his enlistment was up and he married my Mom. After he reached Staff Sergeant he transferred to the National Guard. Stayed there for nearly the rest of his life and retired as a General.
I didn’t feel growing up that I was very close to my Father. We were two different. We were too much of a challenge for each other. Two strong headed men in a family of strong-headed men. We had different ideas about the world. And not to be immodest, and I came to realize latter in my life that he already knew this, I was smarter than he was.
Anyway, I’m now in the service myself. Mobilized to a far off land. I’m looking back now on all my Father succeeded in and all that he taught me. I’m also looking at the leadership that has been forced upon me and realize that if my Father was here he would have chewed half a dozen head off by now and this whole situation would be running much better, even if even he couldn’t actually fix it.
I want to put down in writing over the next few months what I’ve been going through and try and place it all correctly in my own head as well as share it with the folks back home. As I’ve been working it out in my head I’ve been asking myself what would Dad do and trying to tie that into what I learned from him both over my lifetime as well as at the end of his.
So. I’ve been thinking a lot about my Father…