Happy Father’s Day!

My Dad


As I ponder the love that I saw in his eyes,
A Godly love, given without compromise….
I recall many times that he stood by my side,
And prodded me on with great vigor and pride.
His voice ever confident, firm and yet fair,
Always speaking with patience, tenderness and care.
The power and might of his hands was so sure,
I knew there was nothing we couldn’t endure.
It’s true, a few others provided insight,
Yet, he laid the foundation that kept me upright.
He’s the grandest of men to have lived on this earth,
Although he’s not royal by stature or birth.
He’s a man of great dignity, honor and strength.
His merits are noble, and of admirable length.
He’s far greater than all other men that I know,
He’s my Dad, he’s my mentor, my friend and hero.

~~By Debbie Hinton Young.~~

Happy Father’s Day! Today we honor our fathers and grandfathers and great-grandfathers. Today, I just want to honor my father. I want to say thanks for everything he does for me. For the many sacrifices he’s made for me and his guidance. He is my hero and I hope that I am as good a father to my children as he’s been to me. He has shown me what it means to be a man, and though I might not always show it and I might get into trouble sometimes, I am grateful for what he has taught me and I try to do the right thing. Thanks Dad.

We here at the homestead have been enjoying a nice, quiet Father’s Day. Went out and saw Batman Begins and I gotta say, it was possibly the best Batman movie ever. The acting is awesome, the plotline is great, the dialogue is outstanding, and the gadgets and gear are really cool. I highly recommend seeing it, well worth the ticket price. Then we came back to a nice rib dinner. All in all, it’s been a nice day. At the movie they gave out soem cool posters. They were in celebration of Father’s Day from the Lucasfilm. They’re pretty neat. I have a picture of one below.

I also want to wish all those dads who are deployed away from their families fighting for freedom and liberty a happy Father’s Day. I wish all of you, my loyal readers and/or fans, health and high spirits. Happy Father’s Day everyone. Catch y’all later.

Chewing & Johnny Cash

Found something that took me way back yesterday. It’s called Big League Chew. It’s a type of gum that’s shredded. I used to buy it when I was a little kid and I loved chewing it. You could put as much of it in your mouth as you wanted and could chew it for hours. You still can, as I found out. In fact, I’m chewing it as I type this up. I’m currently enjoying the nostalgic feeling that comes with the memories. Good times.

While I chew and surf the web, I’m listening to some Johnny Cash. I bought the Essential Johnny Cash. 36 of some of his best songs. I’ve been looking for a good Johnny Cash album for a while now, and last night I decided, what the heck, I’ll go buy one. So I went out to my local Tower Records store and bought the album along with Lynyrd Skynyrd’s All Time Greatest Hits. So, anyway, I’m listening to Johnny Cash while I blog, and I particularly like I Walk The Line, Ring Of Fire, Highwayman, (Ghost) Riders In The Sky, and Don’t Take Your Guns To Town. Great music.

I thought I would also link y’all to something funny. I’ve found a compilation of funny photos, that poke fun at all those old redneck jokes. If you don’t like redneck jokes then I don’t suggest visiting the page. You can find those pictures HERE.

I’ve Been Tagged

Nuts! I have finally been tagged with one of these meme thingies. Oh, well. I had to do some thinking, which isn’t easy in this burned-out, study-for-finals-’til-you-drop state I am in at the moment, but I’ll do the best I can. Sorry for the lack of posts lately, I’ve been very busy with school and football. I also want to thank everybody for your kind words of encouragement and reassurance for my previous post. Thank you very much.

1.) Total number of books I own:

I dunno. It’s a whole lot. At least a hundred, not including old national geographics and CAP manuals. I read a lot and can’t seem to turn down a good book. I like a lot of thrillers and sci-fi stuff. I’ll read just about anything on the military.

2.) Last Book I Bought:

Combat Swimmer by Robert A. Gormly, Captain, US Navy(ret.). It’s a great book and a great study into leadership and modern Special operations warfare. Plus, it’s about the S.E.A.L.s which makes it cool.

Last Book I Read:

Combat Swimmer by Robert A. Gormly, Captain, US Navy(ret.). As I’ve said before, it’s a good book. Before that I read Rogue Warrior by Richard Marcinko and One Perfect Op by Dennis Chalker.

Five Books That Mean A Lot To Me:

  1. Band Of Brothers by Stephen Ambrose
  2. Just about everything Tom Clancy has written. I’m a big Tom Clancy fan!
  3. The Dune series by Frank Herbert. Very good Science Fiction
  4. The Bible
  5. Air Warriors by Douglas Waller

That’s it, you’ve gotten my answers. Now you get to enjoy the answers of these fine people below. Muhahahahahahahahahahahaha– (hack)(wheeze)(cough)! Notice how I have targeted the enemy, as well as other allies and compatriots in the fight for Jerky. Have fun guys.

  1. BFN – The National Guard Experience
  2. CJ – Soldier’s Perspective
  3. SMASH – The Indepundit
  4. Tyler – .45 Caliber Justice
  5. El Capitan – Dude, Where’s The Beach?

Change Of Command

No, not here, I apologize for alarming you. I am having way too much fun with my blog to leave. But my CAP unit is in the process of transitioning staff positions and in a couple weeks or so, our commander is changing command. This is good news because I will be taking over as the First Sergeant. It is a very prestigious and hard job. I will be the senior ranking NCO, which demands perfection in everything I do since I set the example for others to follow. So, I don’t know who the next commander of our cadets will be, but I know I’ll be having a lot of fun as 1st Sergeant. I am also testing tonight to try and make Chief so please wish me luck.


In other news, a SMASHing story has come out. Denzel Washington has made a donation to the Fisher House, a non-profit organization who provides housing and shelter to families of recovering GIs who cannot afford to stay in a hotel. Mr. Washington and his wife have reportedly made the biggest donation in the history of the organization. Everybody, a round of applause for Denzel Washington.


Goldfalcon has a post about the whole Flushgate Incident. It appears that it was the detainees who actually detroyed and vandalized their holy book. Hmph! Those jihadis are just bad news all around aren’t they?


Jack Army has an interesting post about recruiting and why it’s so low. It is an email from a young man. Very interesting stuff. I have also found a blog by Bush and one by the Almighty, Himself. Good stuff. I’ll tell y’all how the change of command goes tommorrow. By for now.

A Memorial

The graves of heroes

Prayer for Peace, Memorial Day, 2005
A Proclamation by the President of the United States of America

On Memorial Day, we honor the men and women in uniform who have given their
lives in service to our Nation. When the stakes were highest, our Soldiers,
Sailors, Airmen, Marines, and Coast Guardsmen answered the call of duty and
made the ultimate sacrifice for the security of our country and the peace of
the world.

Throughout our Nation’s history, members of the Armed Forces have taken
great risks to keep America strong and free. These proud patriots have
defended the innocent, freed the oppressed, and helped spread the promise
of liberty to all corners of the earth. In serving our Nation, they have
been unrelenting in battle, unwavering in loyalty, and unmatched in decency.
Because of their selfless courage, millions of people who once lived under
tyranny now are free, and America is more secure.

On Memorial Day, we remember that this history of great achievement has been
accompanied by great sacrifice. To secure our freedom, many heroic service
members have given their lives. This year we mark the 60th anniversary of
the end of World War II, and we remember the Americans who died on distant
shores defending our Nation in that war. On Memorial Day and all year
long, we pray for the families of the fallen and show our respect for the
contributions these men and women have made to the story of freedom. Our
grateful Nation honors their selfless service, and we acknowledge a debt
that is beyond our power to repay.

In respect for their devotion to America, the Congress, by a joint
resolution approved on May 11, 1950, as amended (64 Stat. 158), has
requested the President to issue a proclamation calling on the people of the
United States to observe each Memorial Day as a day of prayer for permanent
peace and designating a period on that day when the people of the United
States might unite in prayer. The Congress, by Public Law 106 579, has
also designated the minute beginning at 3:00 p.m. local time on that day as
a time for all Americans to observe the National Moment of Remembrance.

NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States of
America, do hereby proclaim Memorial Day, May 30, 2005, as a day of prayer
for permanent peace, and I designate the hour beginning in each locality at
11:00 a.m. of that day as a time to unite in prayer. I also ask all
Americans to observe the National Moment of Remembrance beginning at 3:00
p.m. local time on Memorial Day. I urge the media to participate in these

I also request the Governors of the United States and the Commonwealth of
Puerto Rico, and the appropriate officials of all units of government, to
direct that the flag be flown at half staff until noon on this Memorial Day
on all buildings, grounds, and naval vessels throughout the United States,
and in all areas under its jurisdiction and control. I also request the
people of the United States to display the flag at half-staff from their
homes for the customary forenoon period.

IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this twentieth day of May,
in the year of our Lord two thousand five, and of the Independence of the
United States of America the two hundred and twenty ninth.


An Eternal Brotherhood

On Memorial Day we honor those who have fallen in the service of their country. We pray for our servicemen and women. We express our gratitude in whatever way we can for their sacrifice. It is a solemn day of mourning. We visit cemeteries and honor the dead. I am personally grateful for these men and women who have so freely given their lives in order to protect this dream we call liberty. They have spilt their blood on battlefields far away so that I may be free. But many know of the valiant servicemen who laid themselves down in World War 2, World War I, Korea, The Revolution, The Civil War, and all the many more glorious wars and battles of the United States. But I feel that one group seems to fall short with the thanks they receive.


These are the men who died in rice paddies in South East Asia. The men who returned only to be persecuted and spat upon. The men who died in a war that many did not fully understand our reason for fighting. The men who died because of absurd Rules Of Engagement. I am speaking of Vietnam Veterans. These men and women do not get quite enough credit as they deserve. They died and bled and suffered only to be hated in return. They have long been denied the praise they so deserve. So I am doing my part. I would like to say “THANK YOU!” to all the Vietnam Veterans out there who happen to read this site.


But this Memorial Day I am brought to a grave site marked only by an American flag and two stones to show the size of the plot at the head of the grave. It is not marked by much but it is the final resting place of a hero. He may not be a hero to many but he was to me. His presence in my life defined my thoughts on military service. He was a man who was marked by the joys and pains of service. A man who fought many battles and won two wars but in the end, his greatest accomplishment was raising a family. He has been gone now for a little over nine months but his effect on my life can still be felt. He was a great man who i respected and admired and loved deeply, and will miss greatly. My greatest memories of him were listening to him tell stories from his days flying C-47 Goony Birds in the Pacific Theater of World War 2. His influence instilled in me dreams of being an aviator. Of dancing through the sky in a craft of steel, the ruler of my domain, master of my destiny. The United States Government knew this man as Ned Krimminger Miller, Major, USAF(ret.), but I knew him as Papa; as my grandfather. I thank him for all that he did for me and for being a part of my life. Thank You, Papa! I miss you and will always cherish the time we spent together.


And this brings me back to the many fallen heroes. Buried in their graves, their final orders long since processed and their resting places long since consecrated. Their blood ensuring the continuation of the Republic. They fell on battlefields that have been silent many years, but the utterance of their names still brings their comrades to tears. it brings me to the Revolutionary and Civil War soldiers who died in the pursuit of an ideal larger than themselves. In an era when many view the sacrifice of one’s life in the defense of what one’s beliefs, we need only look to the graves and the battlefields of the past. Look towards Gettysburg, Yorktown, Antietam, Arlington, and the other countless battlefields of American history that dot the land. They are hallowed ground. The sites of the deaths of many men who died because they believed in America.


I also cannot help thinking about Arlington National Cemetery. The rows upon rows of white marble headstones bearing the names of ordinary heroes. The toll of war is made evident in the vast sea of graves. You need only see photgraphs to evoke strong emotions of patriotism. It also makes one grateful for the multitudes gathered in Arlington and proud of our country. That we have such men who are willing to lay their lives down in order to guarantee the rights of others; some of whom use those rights to criticize and persecute them. It is also extremely humbling. Especially the Tomb of the Unknowns. Buried inside the monument are men who died only to go unrecognized. But in their anonymity, they come to symbolize more than just dead soldiers. They come to represent all those who have died in combat. They have come to be a shining example of the sacrifice many have made and the fullest extent of service to God and Country.


In closing I would like to pray for the safety of all those serving in the Armed Forces and those who are currently deployed away from their families. I hope they return safe and sound to their homes. I would also like to dedicate this post to all the men and women who have yielded their lives to protect my freedoms and liberties and to those who survived the war but whose lives have been destroyed by war. I know it isn’t much, but is the what little I can do to thank those who have done more than anyone could have asked of them. Thank You. Thank You, from the very depths of my heart and soul.

Rest In Peace For You Are Guarded By The Angels

“Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of it as a final resting place for those who died here that the nation might live. This we may, in all propriety do. But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who struggled here have hallowed it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.

It is rather for us the living, we here be dedicated to the great task remaining before us–that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion–that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.”
— Abraham Lincoln

Thoughts On Football

Hi all! Thought I’d provide a little update on my football situation. I am currently holding down the starting Left Guard slot on offense and have an inside track to getting a starting spot on defense, most likely as a nose guard. I am also currently nursing a hurt shoulder. My hand slipped off of a bag and tweaked my shoulder pretty bad, I expect it to stop hurting in a couple days but until it does, I’m stuck feeling some extreme pain everytime I move my left arm in a direction it doesn’t want to go. Oh well, such is the price of playing such a violent sport.

Sometimes I wonder though, is it really worth the pain and suffering? I think so. It’s worth every second of joy and exultation at the end of a winning game. It’s worth every second of playing time. I honestly can’t describe how great football makes me feel. I love the feeling of being exhausted after a long hard practice but knowing that I accomplished something that day. There is also a kind of exhiliration found in being totally focused on a single goal. A calm develops on the field. All the noise from the crowd becomes mere white noise , all the pain from hits and collisions is drowned out by the adrenaline, and you play better and hit harder. The rush is second to none and it forces you to keep coming back for more. It is always intense and it causes strange effects. Being so focused can cause a sort of sixth sense. You can actually predict what is going to happen, where the ball is going to go, what the back is going to do, and what the man in front of you is going to do. It is surreal and the only way I can explain the feeling is like a runner’s high or maybe more like the intense hypersensitivity soldiers experience in combat. But I don’t know I’ve never experienced those two things.

This season we also have a few girls trying out for the team. I don’t want to sound like some sexist chauvunistic pig but I don’t believe that girls should be playing boys’ or men’s tackle football. It’s not that I don’t believe girls can’t handle playing football it’s just that at the high school level and beyond, tackle football is about having the biggest, strongest, meanest guys on the field which is something that girls can’t be. It is a physical impossibility for girls.

I am also rooting for the Cubs. I really hope they win the pennant this year as they have had no luck in the past. On a side note, did you know that another blogger also roots for the Cubs. Go Cubbies!

An Ode To Boots

My nicely polished boots

I sit in my room and sweep it with my eyes. The selector in iTunes suddenly comes to “Fanfare For The Common Man”, a stirring composition of horns and drums that moves me. My eyes fall upon my boots sitting on the floor. A pair of black, size 11 Jump Boots. The laces only laced up halfway, the zippers unzipped, and in the toe caps I can see my face. I have walked many miles in these boots. I have broken them in. They have given me blisters and rubbed my feet raw. I have marched and worked in them from before the sun rises to after the sun sets. I worn them and they have never failed me. And even after all this time, they still retain that brand new leather smell.


And then the thought hit me. Many men before me have worn boots like mine. Some have worn boots like these to their final resting place. Others have donned these boots and become heroes. Many have lost their lives in similar boots. I reflected on that for a moment. And for those that did make that ultimate sacrifice in order to protect our freedom, that was sometimes all they had left to send home to their loved ones, their boots.


Many who were scarred in battle can never wear boots again. They can never walk again because they have given their legs or feet or entire bod half to the fight. Some have stepped on land mines and are now confined to a wheelchair. Once, they were great warriors, men who laughed at death, because they had to, because that was the only thing that kept them sane. And a great many others have worn these boots and returned without a scratch and a few stories to tell. Boots are an integral part of warfare. A soldier has nothing if he can’t use his feet. In battles long past one of a soldier’s most prized posessions were his boots.


But to what end do these soldiers risk their lives and sometimes sacrifice them? In a country where it seems that many do not appreciate what they do and do not care. Where it seems that many care only enough to criticize and spew vile, hateful things from their mouths. A country where valiant warriors return home from a the hell that is war, only to be spat upon by some ignoramus. But could it be true, that a country’s citizens could be so callous towards those who act selflessly in order to protect what they believe in? They could persecute men and women who are not even U.S. citizens who fight for them because they love America and all it stands for? No, not all. Most appreciate what these brave few who do so much so that the many can prosper. It is only a handful of rotten apples who wish to tarnish the names of our servicemen and women. But most of America feels indebted to those who serve and hope and pray that they make it home safe.


And while thinking about that, I came to the realization that in the near future I would be donning those boots. That I would join the ranks of the service. That I would put on a uniform that represented more than two hundred years of tradition. To pledge my faithfulness to my country, like so many before me. And, if asked, be ready to lay down my life to ensure that my children and my children’s children and every generation after that enjoyed the same rights and freedoms that I do. And in the not-so-distant future I will be proud to wear those boots.


But for now, I only wear a pair of black, size 11, jump boots that I bought at a surplus store. And in closing I would like to share an old Army tradition. When a soldier is killed in combat, his unit holds a memorial service for him. Instead of his body they have his helmet resting upon his rifle that is posted in the ground. And at the base of his rifle are his boots. It comes full circle.

I Support Our Troops!

2004 LA CIty Section Championship

Even though the anonymous commenter may be trying to make me flustered or drive y’all, my loyal readers, away I don’t believe you have to suffer for it. So I thought I’d post a couple of pictures up from the City Championship. I think you’ll all be impressed. I hope you like them. One short note though, these aren’t my pictures(I’ll put those up later), I believe they were first published in the LA Daily News, so they retain all copyrights to these pictures. Go Patriots!

#2 Kenny Davis catches a beautiful pass.

#2  catches a beautiful pass. He then ran it in for a touchdown.

Our defense brings Dorsey's running back to the ground. Notice how many hats we get on the ball.

Our defense brings Dorsey’s running back to the ground. Notice how many hats we get on the ball.

#6, our QB, Andrew Miramontes lets it all hang out after the game.

#6, our QB, lets it all hang out after the game. The blue clad arm outstretched in the air in the background is mine.

#6 and #2 share a poignant moment after the game. You can see the rest of us dancing around the trophy in the background.

#6 and #2 share a poignant moment after the game. They finally made it to the Coliseum and won the Championship. You can see the rest of us dancing around the trophy in the background.

Head Coach Ed Croson, we all just call him Coach, gets drenched with the ceremonial cooler of water in the closing moments of the game

Head Coach Ed Croson, we all just called him Coach, gets drenched with the ceremonial cooler full of water in the final moments of the game. I was in the back helping out as best I could.

Some of the fellas celebrate after the game.

Some of the fellas celebrate after the game.

#13 Brandon Morgan and #15 Brian Stuart kiss the trophy while we all look on.

#13 and #15 kiss the trophy while we all look on. I was patiently waiting my turn to put my lips on it.

Da Fellas and the trophy.

Da Fellas and Da Trophy. We were all celebrating our 36-13 win.

#26 Milton Knox escapes the grasp of Dorsey's defenders

#26 escapes the grasp of some of the defenders from Dorsey.

#26 again, this time he's diving into the endzone.

#26 again. This time he’s diving into the endzone for one of his many touchdowns.

Stu breaks free and heads toward the endzone. You can see the O-Line behind him.

Stu breaks free and heads toward the endzone. You can see the O-line behind him. Directly behind him is #76.

Another picture of the Natural Freshman Milton Knox outrunning the Dorsey defenders.

Another picture of the Natural Freshman outrunning the Dorsey defensive backs.

Quarterback Extraordinaire Andrew Miramontes trying to escape the Dosey players.

Quarterback extraordinaire trying to escape the Dorsey defenders.

A great picture of Milton Knox.

A great picture.

Stu avoiding a Dorsey linebacker.

#15 avoiding a Dorsey linebacker.

Andrew Miramontes breaking free.

#6 breaking free.

Football Update

I thought I’d give you all a little update of how the Birmingham Patriots 2005 Season is going so far. Right now it appears that I will be playing both ways as a nose guard on defense and guard or tackle on offense. I will probably also be starting, which is pretty cool. I am currently 5′ 11″ and weigh 220 pounds, an improvement to say the least. I can squat 331 pounds, bench 190, clean 190, and can run 200 meters in 26 seconds. I also am realyy ripped, it’s cool. It’s taken a lot of hard work to get here and it will take even more to get where I want to be. But I can do it. It looks like we’ll have a decent shot at going back to the LA City Championship again this year and we’re all working hard for it.


But I’m amazed at how fast time has flown by. I remember when I was just a small Freshman coming in to high school. Small, timid, and I didn’t really know anybody. I also remember that first day of football in the summer before my Sophomore year. I quickly fell in love with the game. It became my passion and I started working hard to be the best I could be. I remember my first game on the Varsity team. When I think about it I still get cold chills down my spine and butterflies in my stomach. I am simply amazed at how incredibly fast the time has flown by. I never thought I’d be where I am this quickly, and it is a little overwhelming.


I look forward to the first game this season. It’s gonna be a big one. I can already hear the fans in the stands. I can smell the burgers on the grill over at the snack bar, and the sweat from my pads and helmet. I can already feel the weight of the gear on my shoulders and how it fits perfectly to my body. I can already feel the gloves on my hands and see the blue and gold jersey on my torso; a big number 75 on it. I can hear the groans and cussing of my teammates, eager to go out and whoop some ass. I can also feel the butterflies. Go Patriots!

Promoting Tonight! Woohoo!

Yay I’m finall promoting tonight. It’s taken long enough. At this rate I won’t make 2nd Lt. until August or September since our pre-season camp is in August. But anyway, it’s all good, I’m back to being the highest ranking NCO in the squadron.


I also partook in the ritual shaving that all people in uniform havve to do in order to stay in regs(luckily, I’m not that hairy so I don’t have to shave as often, knock on wood).shaved last night. I know that might not seem like a really amazing thing, but it was quite possibly the best shave I’ve ever had. I highly suggest the Gilette Mach 3 Turbo to anyone looking for a nice clean shave.(Do I get payed for my endorsement?) I also suggest using shaving gel because it reduces razor burn better than shaving cream. That’s it for now, see y’all later.


As I sit here writing this post, I am nursing a hurt shoulder and shin-splits that I should probably go ice. I have bruises on my body and am exhausted from training and working out today. I’ve been contemplating why I do this to myself. Why I stand and take all the pressure and pain and torture that many others would consider barbaric. And it begs the question, why the hell do I put up with all of this when I could spend my days sitting on the couch watching TV?


And the answer would be because I love the game too much. I love the hits, I love the comradarie between teammates, I love that feeling of pride when I tell people I’m on the team, I love winning, and I love those Friday game nights when you walk out onto the field and know that everyone in the stands has come to watch you play, that you’re the main attraction. I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it. I love suiting-up and wearing my jersey with the big 75 on it. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without football, and I won’t ever forget any of the memories or any of my teammates. I love that feeling of accomplishment after a hard day of practice, which leave me exhausted but strangely content. I have not experienced anything greater in this life other than being a member of a championship football team.

I’m getting promoted

I passed my review board and am now in line to make C/Senior Master Sergeant. Hooray for me. I also have completed my ES quals so I’m gonna be getting my ES certification pretty soon. It seems that I didn’t take all the tests but that’s been rectified. SO I’ll post tommorrow. If you haven’t noticed, I’ve made some changes. The blog’s coming together pretty nicely now isn’t it?

On Leaders And Leadership

Happy belated Easter everyone. Happy Passover to all my Jewish readers. I’ve been doing some thinking lately, and thought about my experiences in CAP and the commonality of them with other stories from the military. Considering we’re a paramilitary organization it’s probably not that surprising, but anyway, that’s another story. I’ve thought about what it takes to be a good leader and why there are people who are gods among men and those who do nothing but breed contempt. I thought about it a lot and came up with a few things.


I have been fortunate to learn leadership from some of the finest people in the world. I have been brought into the fold of my compatriots and given a crash course and have strived to be the best leader I can. But there are others who I have run into who aren’t as effective. As a senior NCO, I run across many officers and am sometimes left appalled by the way they treat their subordinates.


Many times have I had run-ins with officers who could not be bothered by their NCOs, who neither respected them, nor trusted them, and it showed. I have seen officers who don’t even have the time of day to return salutes. It makes me sick. The NCOs(non-commisioned officers) are the ones who get everything done. We’re the guys(and girls) you go to in the clutch to get something taken care of(something I’ve done a lot of). Officers must rely on their NCOs and the NCOs must in turn rely on officers for orders and directions. It revolves around the unit and making it effective.


But what’s the point of this rant, is it just to bitcha and moan until I’m blue in the face? Not really. I have strived to make myself the best leader I can. I take care of those below me and take the younger junior NCOs under my wing to help teach them how to lead. I hope that when I become an officer I can be as effective as possible and help mentor others to be the best they can be. And yes, I WILL return every salute given to me.



Passed My ES Test

I passed my General Emergency Services Test today, so I am now ES qualified. Woohoo! I also fixed a couple of the links since they were wrong. Not much else is happening. I’m probably going to post a News Round-Up soon, so keep your eyes open. I would also like to encourage y’all to visit any of the other blogs listed.



I Got My Ring

I got my big championship ring today. YAY! It’s big and gold and has a big blue stone on top that has a big gold “B” in the middle. I’ll put pictures up as soon as I get home. It looks really good.


Right now I’m at school in the middle of Physics class. I still have football practice and my workout to take care of so I’ll be posting at approximately 2000 hours. Have fun ’til then. Go BHS Patriots!