Founding member of American Regulators
Father of 3 beautiful children
When I was a child, I idolized my grandfathers. Both were veterans, one in the Navy, one Army. As early as I can remember in my youth, I knew I wanted to do something, something similar to them, fighting the "bad guys." I grew up playing army, and other such things with neighborhood kid's. Little did I know the reality of this in my future.
I was especially close to my Grandpa Ferd. He would take me to our family property and cabin in the rural area where I grew up during summers and weekends. I learned a lot from this man. He was a very firm, intelligent and tough character. Easy on me, he was not. I love him for this. I learned so much from him that I still use even today. Hard work, smart work, shooting muzzle loaders, living in nature off the land, how to fight (he was the fleet boxing champion in the Navy during the Korean War; he made sure that I could take a punch).
My first child was born when I was 19 years old. My baby boy. I wanted to set an example for him right away, so I did what I thought would set that example.
I enlisted into the Army September 12, 2001. I remember sitting in MEPS, along with other future servicemembers, watching the planes crash into the trade center towers on the big screen in front of us. It was total silence. I
signed up to be a Combat Engineer. Not the greatest choice I've ever made, but I was 19, and wanted to see some action. Shortly after completing basic training, I deployed with my unit to Kuwait. it wasn early February of 2003. We were attached to the 1st Marines as support during the invasion of Iraq and subsequent operations.
In 2007, I was deployed once again. This time, in support of the 3rd Marine Division. We conducted operations to mainly include route clearance and security patrols in the Anbar province. Operating out of Ramadi the first half, and Falluja the second half. This deployment was a hell of an experience to say the least. We returned home one year later with everyone we left with. Just had a few cases of PTSD and brain injury. I got out of the service 2010, after 9 years.
Shortly after leaving the military, I put myself through the peace officer academy in Southwest Ohio at UC Clermont. I graduated the academy, making the Dean's list. I was extremely proud. However, as minds can change, mine did. I decided I no longer wanted to put myself at risk on a daily basis. I had done enough in that respect for my country. I also didn't want to work third shift and miss my children's growth. So, fast forward to today, I work for myself in the home remodeling industry. I enjoy the work almost as much as I enjoyed my military service.
As I look back on my experiences, I often reflect on the oath I once took. The oath to defend the sovereign people and constitution of our country. From all enemies, foreign and domestic. I will uphold that oath to the grave.