I grew up in the airline industry, and the Vietnam War was still going on. I wanted college, and the GI bill was the only way to get there, so I went service shopping down on 7th Street in Ft. Worth, Texas.
After talking with the Navy and Air Force, I stepped out a side door and saw a small fold-out sign that said “Coast Guard.” I had no idea what it was. Two men were crammed into a small room, and I would run into one again ten years later.
The helicopters caught my eye, and I signed up. I never did get into aviation, and it turns out I like ships. Who knew? I had no fear of boot camp (Alameda) until we were told we were all going on a ship heading for Vietnam. We didn’t go. The war ended, and we were sent out to save America.
Coast Guard Reflections
Service Reflections of YN2 George Glover, U.S. Coast Guard (1974-1979)
I was 19 years old, and it was the Vietnam Era. I had registered for the draft the previous year while in High School in San Diego, CA. I graduated HS and tried going to college, but it just wasn’t for me. So, after a semester, I left college. Now, what am I going to do? I really had no idea. I was thinking of the Navy because my father had served in the Navy during WWII. He had a career of over 22 years and was a BMC. I was going to join the Navy when a friend of mine mentioned the Coast Guard. That had never occurred to me. I was familiar with the USCG Air Station in San Diego and the cutters at Point Loma, and I liked what the Coast Guard did. Not only did they train for war, but they trained for SAR, law enforcement, pollution control, marine safety, etc. I knew that my father would be spinning in his grave as he had passed away, but I went down to the Coast Guard recruiter in San Diego, talked to them, and signed up. After the physical and paperwork was done, I was offered a guaranteed “A” school, YN. I took it and was off to boot camp in Alameda.
Service Reflections of ET3 John Warren, U.S. Coast Guard (1970-1974)
Like so many young men in the late 1960’s and early 70’s, I found myself with a 1A classification in the draft. When the first draft lottery was drawn, my birthday came up number 23. Growing up on Coastal Maryland, I had always been around the water, although had not spent that much time on boats, enough to know that I would rather rock and roll than sleep in a tent. My Dad knew a couple of people, as did I who had gone into the Coast Guard and really enjoyed their duty. Hoping to find myself on small boats possibly in Ocean City, Maryland or Chincoteague, Virginia, I went into the recruiter’s office. I was immediately informed that there was a long wait to get into the Coast Guard, so being between semesters at college, I went to enroll for the spring semester. A couple of days later, my mother called to let me know that someone had backed out and decided not to go into the Coast Guard and that I could go in the next week.
Service Reflections of RM1 Bruce Warren Branick, U.S. Coast Guard (1942-1945)
My step-father was a mining engineer and shift-foreman at Ray Mines, Arizona, and they appeared to need a timber-helper underground. I got the job, and worked lm tunnels and adits some 400 feet beneath Ray, for over a year, and in 1941, as a tool dresser in the Candle House, resigned to try for radio school at Port Arthur College in Port Arthur, Texas.
Service Reflections of PS1 Gerald Brooks, U.S. Coast Guard (1975-1996)
I was an Army brat for 17 years (Dad was career army, West Point graduate). I had two years of Army ROTC in college. I went to the Oakland (CA) recruiting station fully intending on enlisting in Army or Marines. However, I saw the sandwich board sign at the end of the hall advertising the Coast Guard. Went in talked with the recruiter and realized the CG was a natural fit for my interest in having a career in law enforcement or firefighting. Signed up on delayed enlistment in 1975 and have been involved in law enforcement, firefighting, and emergency management since then.
Service Reflections of SK2 Richard Barr, U.S. Coast Guard (1974-1978)
My brother Stan. He had served in the Marines during the Tet and knew about what the Coast Guard was all about and recommend I test for them. Back in ’74, the Coast Guard had higher standards than any other branch. I tested in Louisville, KY and shipped out to boot camp the next day!
There were 7 recruits shipped off to Alameda, CA that day.
Service Reflections of FT2 Donald Ragsdale, U.S. Coast Guard (1961-1965)
From high school, I had been leaning toward a military career. My high school ROTC instructor didn’t have any information on the Naval ROTC program, but he gave me a booklet about the Coast Guard Academy. I guess you could say that my Coast Guard recruiter was M/SGT Vincent Thomas, USA.
Service Reflections of QM2 Grady Bullington, U.S. Coast Guard (1965-1969)
I received a Draft Notice and decided that traveling on the water was better than traveling on my feet in the mud.
Service Reflections of LCDR Ed Swift, U.S. Coast Guard (1970-2000)
Growing up in Delaware, I spent a few weeks every summer at Dewey Beach. I recall seeing a 44-foot motor lifeboat from Indian River Inlet Station on patrol and then working with an HH-52A helicopter from Air Station Cape May, N.J.
Over the radio, I learned that some folks were rescued by the Coast Guard that day and that I had probably seen part of the rescue procedure. One summer, a high school friend and his father were fishing in the Atlantic about 12 miles offshore when their boat sank. They were ultimately saved by the Coast Guard and that made a distinct impression on me.
Service Reflections of YN3 George P. Di Francesco Coppola, U.S. Coast Guard (1974-1979)
I joined the Coast Guard in 1967 and that was due to the conversation with the recruiter. He let me know just what the Coast Guard was all about and filled me in on the history of the Guard.
It was everything that I wanted and signed up.
Service Reflections of QM1 Robert Grant, U.S. Coast Guard (1978-2015)
In 1977 I was 19 when we returned home from Australia; my father was an SMSgt assigned to the US Embassy in Canberra and stationed at the RAAF Base in Richmond, New South Wales. I entered Solano Community College, living at home, going to classes full-time and working a midnight to six shift. After a year and a half, I was growing disenchanted with my life. I got off early one morning (about 4 AM in early December 1978) returned home and could not sleep. I turned on the TV and there was a thirty minute (public service) advertisement for the USCG (it was now about 5 AM). I became enthralled as I watched it, 2/3 of the way through the topic changed and focused on at sea drug interdiction in the Caribbean Sea – the narrator described this as “The Coast Guard Goes To War.”
Service Reflections of AEC John Furqueron, U.S. Coast Guard (1961-1981)
I was 19 years old, and it was the Vietnam Era. I had registered for the draft the previous year while in High School in San Diego, CA. I graduated HS and tried going to college, but it just wasn’t for me. So, after a semester, I left college. Now, what am I going to do? I really had no idea. I was thinking of the Navy because my father had served in the Navy during WWII. He had a career of over 22 years and was a BMC. I was going to join the Navy when a friend of mine mentioned the Coast Guard. That had never occurred to me. I was familiar with the USCG Air Station in San Diego and the cutters at Point Loma, and I liked what the Coast Guard did. Not only did they train for war, but they trained for SAR, law enforcement, pollution control, marine safety, etc. I knew that my father would be spinning in his grave as he had passed away, but I went down to the Coast Guard recruiter in San Diego, talked to them, and signed up. After the physical and paperwork was done, I was offered a guaranteed “A” school, YN. I took it and was off to boot camp in Alameda.