Man, Where do I begin?
I think I am the typical military brat. My father was in Vietnam when I was born and my mother had moved to Mississippi to be close to my father’s parents while pregnant with me and having my older sister.
After I was born we bounced back and forth from Virginia to Ft. Sheridan, Illinois then back to Mississippi where I stayed for kindergarten. From there it was Ft. Meade, Maryland, then to Ft. Bliss, Texas. After Texas things got interesting. We moved to Cairo, Egypt and were there from ’80 to early ’83, where I had the unfortunate experience of sitting 10 rows behind Anwar Sadat when he was assassinated.
I was 12 and had asked my mom if I could go with a buddy of mine whose dad was an Army helicopter instructor pilot. My mom said ask your dad when he calls, (he was on TDY in Germany). He called, I asked, and he said, “no absolutely not.” I told my mom he said, “yes,” and I went. The rest is literally history. Myself and Jaime saw everything right down to the fact that the only people shooting back were Prince Charles’ bodyguards. We obviously made it out of there only to be interrogated by the State Dept. once we finally made it back to the embassy. They kept us at the embassy for a couple of weeks and my father wasn’t allowed back in the country for a little bit, but the smoke blew over and we left after school got out in ’83.
From there Germany, I lived and graduated high school in Stuttgart from ’83 to ’88. I traveled extensively throughout Europe skiing and Eurorailing… I would never give up who, how, or where I grew up. The kids I grew up with I consider family. As a matter of fact, we just had a Patch High School reunion in Atlanta a few weeks ago. Representatives from ’83 through ’93 were there and we got together like we never left.