I made friends with so many people I have on Facebook today; and so many I lost touch with because Facebook didn’t exists back then.
I was a great Sailor back there. Kept my room clean, was never late, loved to PT, and was just over all happy to be in a job that my great grandfather died doing during WWII when his ship was stuck by a Japanese Sub.
I miss these days a lot! I wish these days would have reflected those nightmares I spent in Iraq and Afghanistan. I wish these carefree days of preparing to be a part of Naval Aviation is how I spent my career, but unfortunately they were not, and honestly I’m glad my entire career was this carefree, I just wish the Navy and Army bad prepared me better to be more resilient to the job I was going to preform, much like they did during my time preparing to be an ABH.
There is no reason why I am up at 3am other than I can’t stop wondering what I’ve done wrong to make the Navy want to accuse me so badly of being a liar about my service and failing to accept very clearly written medical evidence by their own doctors, as to why they owe me the relief of being Medically Retired. Even today as I type this, my clock in the Navy has stopped, yet still moves forward as I am still under contract in the Individual Ready Reserves, with absolutely no possibility of retirement thanks to the Navy not giving me a chance or accepting the medical findings of their own employees.