I used to sleep a lot when I was in the Navy. We would work hard, study hard, and play hard, and sleep even harder. Then we’d wake up and do it all over again.
These are some flash backs to 16 years ago in Pensacola. I was originally supposed to be an aviation machinist mate, and work on Jets....well that was great till we started to learn about Boyle and Newton, and others... they sent me to ABH School after that. Kinda sucked. Wouldn’t have had to go to AC school if they would have just sent me to AD school first to discover I couldn’t do it. But it was ok. ABH A School was amazing. I had so many great instructors there: Diaz, Shelley, King, Wallace and others I can’t remember.
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.
#IHaveNotYetBegunToFight
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.
#IHaveNotYetBegunToFight
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