Luckyly it's very easy to fool our military so I'll never have to worry about that again and they can't even stop me leaving the country if a war breaks out (unlike the people they did draft). |
It was about 20 years ago that I first come home from training in the navy. December 1984. It was cold in Michigan that year. Really cold, especially for someone who had just spent the last two years training in San Diego, CA and Pensacola FL. My step-father (dad) had been the one to sign for me to join the navy when I was 17. There were no jobs that a 17 year old could do in Michigan at that time, especially where I grew up (cow country, about 6 miles south of the cow that made milk famous, Elsie).
We had just sat down to dinner, earlier my dad had asked me to drive the 20 miles, roundtrip to go get my step-brother, I did gladly, not because I liked my step-brother, because my dad meant the world to me even though I have a hard time telling him that even today. My dad also served in the navy he was a gunners mate on five inch guns, both manual fire and guidance fired. He wanted me to be a pilot you see, we couldn't afford the schools for it and to tell the truth I freaking hate heights although I fly frequently for my job even today. My dad like some other fathers was a bit rough around the edges, but he taught me a dying skill, how to fend for myself, anywhere, any climate, any time. Hunting, fishing, tracking, fire, dam construction, cleaning, etc etc... just like he taught all of my siblings (1 step-brother, 4 sisters). Back to the story though.
We had all just sat down to dinner and the topic came up by one of my sisters (all younger than me) what would happen to me if a war broke out. Before I could reply that although 50% of all submarines were lost in WW II that I was in the safest place in the world (a new 688 class submarine) my step-brother spoke up and stated:
"Better not be no damn war anytime soon, I would have to leave and go to Canada."
Without saying a word, my dad folded his place napkin and laid is across his plate signaling to us all that the meal was done and that we were dismissed from the table. When I looked back from the den I know I seen the smallest hint of a tear in his eyes, but like a true father, he did not speak out against his son, but rather went on throughout the next few years quietly changing that young persons mind, pretty much the way I imagine a chief had changed my dads mind about the navy that he had to enter so long ago.
If you take one thing from this post/story is this. You sleep comfortable in your bed or in your house because there is someone who is not sleeping in their bed in their home in the world today. There is someone who misses his dad, his family and his place beside them.
SO ask yourself, who is the bigger fool, the one putting it all on the line to keep you and the ones you love and the things that you love free for you to do or the one who casts a doubt on fooling his country and military.
W/R
Kirk Smith
Retired Chief Petty Officer - United States Naval Submarine Service
ska: Suralle Straykat
Kat Lord @ Large
PS: I may not agree with what you say or in the way that you may have stated it, but I will defend your right to say it until they pry my Colt 45 from my cold, dead fingers.