I raised my right hand 38 years ago to swear an oath.  It was an oath to protect this country, it’s people, and its Constitution.  There was a quiet moment following the oath.  A moment of realization.  Realization of what might come.  Then the process began.  Boot camp. Fire fighting, Gun training.  Everywhere marching.  Hurry up and wait.  Training.  More training.  Then, more training. 

 

Submarine school.  Flooding training.  Memorization. An endless cycle.

 

The day came.  My first submarine.  Eight years of patrols, quick outs, hot situations.  At times wondering if I would make it home.  A beautiful woman and three kids waiting.  Hugs.  Kisses.  Repeat cycle.

 

As I look back, it was not easy times.  The hardship on the family.  In the submarine fleet, divorce was at 75%.  Endless sleepless nights.  Wondering.  Still, thankful to come home.  Play with the kids.  Kiss and hold the wife.  Endless training.  Time away from family.  Nine and a half years.

 

That was my life.  For I am a United States Submarine Veteran. 

 

Today thank a veteran and their family (if they are still together).  Then thank God for men and women who willing placed their selves in harms way for your freedoms.