I had 5 uncles who fought in WWII, and between them, there were 6 Purple Hearts, 1 Silver Star, and 3 Bronze Stars. I used to hear them tell me stories about commanding tanks as a tank commander during the war, and I became very interested in the Army after that. I also had an 18-year-old cousin who joined the Marines in 1969; I saw him in his uniform and knew I had to join the military. He was only 18 when he was killed in Vietnam. He was only there for four months. So, my family has shed their share of blood for this country, and I knew I was obligated, whether I wanted to or not. I could not let my family down. So, 10 days after I got my high school diploma, I reported to Fort Dix, New Jersey, for Basic Combat Training! After training, I was sent to Fort Hood, Texas. I served with the 13th Coscom and the 1st Cavalry Division while there. I also served at Heilbronn, West Germany, and Miesau, West Germany, as well as Fort Pickett, Virginia. I loved the Army and wished I had stayed, but I chose to later join the U.S. Coast Guard, where I retired as a CWO2. But I loved my military career and got to see things I would have never seen and did things I would never have gotten to do.