Where It All Began

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Excuse me for a moment, but this is very personal. Today I went back where it all began. In 1967 we went on a vacation along the Gulf coast. One of our stops was the USS Alabama, a battleship that saw action in World War II and was turned into a museum. My brother was mesmerized. He was like a kid on Christmas morning, birthday, and getting a new car all rolled into one. When we left he told my parents that he was going to join the Navy. In 1971, he kept that promise. The night he left for boot camp I told everyone I was going to join the Navy. In 1979, I kept that promise. A trip to the USS Alabama is what started that adventure. The photo above is me, in front of an A-6 from my brother’s last squadron (VA-75). He worked on that plane. The salute is for him, the best big brother anyone could have. Thanks for listening.