Between my two enlistments in the Navy as a Hospital Corpsman, I was a grease monkey. I did what many of these young guys do, get out and find a real job in the civilian world and in many respects I was doing alright for myself. That is until 9/11.
Suddenly the rose colored glasses I had been wearing were violently ripped from my head and I realized that my true talents were being put to waste and in reality? I wasn’t that happy, I didn’t have a great love at the time, there wasn’t anything to hold me down. Two weeks later, I was back in San Diego and getting ready for military life once again.
One good thing I got out of my foray into the mechanical field was a kick ass tool box and now for the first time, I have a garage that can hold both it and the great beast.
I'm a Retired Navy Corpsman who works at Naval Hospital Oak Harbor, married to a bright haired girl, take pictures and sleep with dogs and sometimes blog. Enjoying the process of building a skillset where I can fix anything anything animate, inanimate or spiritual. Disclaimer: The words expressed here in no way represent the views of the Navy, Marines, DOD or even humanity in general. They are mine alone unless otherwise stated. "When life gives you a swamp, find a yoda"
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