My military career was split in two. I started out a Navy medic attached to the Marine Corps and went to Desert Storm with them. When I was done with that tour I ended up at the Naval Hospital in Philadelphia. When I got out I went to culinary school. I made good money working at a large hotel and then a country club in Philly and eventually moved back home to NY. I worked my way through a couple of head chef and kitchen manager jobs. Once I got married and had kids it got old working every night and weekend and holiday, so I gave up the culinary career and started working as a mechanic. I got into doing custom exhaust and welding. I loved doing that. Moved to another state again and started doing more alignments and front end work. It sucked getting laid off every winter with a family, so I filled in work part time cooking work and one winter one a dairy farm. That all got old so I got into a corrections officer job. I was on the SERT team and emergency medical team. This is when I went into the National Guard. I went to Bosnia with them and came back and resigned from the prison because I hated the politics and once again moved back home. I got on a state mission guarding a nuclear power plant with the guard. But, no health insurance. With kids that was no good, so I got released from the guard and went to active duty. The unit I was assigned to in Ft Hood had just come back from a deployment, and I wanted to go to Iraq, so I volunteered to back fill into a national guard unit to deploy. The rest is history...