"Be courageous! Let us fight bravely for our people and
the cities of our God. May the Lord's will be done."
2 Samuel 10:12 NLT
As a general rule, most nations don't want to go to war...
the cities of our God. May the Lord's will be done."
2 Samuel 10:12 NLT
As a general rule, most nations don't want to go to war...
But at times, want it or not, they have to. And that's the truth. Some wars are unavoidable, and some are not. Sometimes nations can make peace amongst themselves, while at other times peace is impossible. The result? War!
Yes, countries will on occasion lift up arms against each other. History shows this to be true. And because of it, nations need a strong military of well-trained soldiers for the protection of their citizens. So as a patriotic individual who loves his country, I made it my business to enlist in the United States Army at the age of eighteen.
I officially entered the Army back in June of 1971. In fact, I was taking my oath at the United States Army Induction Center, which was then located on Whitehall Street in Manhattan, on the same day that my classmates were attending their graduation ceremony at Christopher Columbus High School in the Bronx.
Arriving by a military bus along with a handful of other new recruits, I found myself at a basic training company at Fort Dix, New Jersey. And after about ten weeks, I was then reassigned to Fort Polk, Louisiana, where I underwent training to serve in the Infantry. And having done so, I was ready for me next assignment.
I had been hoping to go to Vietnam. But by late 1971 the war had been winding down, and the troops that were already there were returning to the States. I was disappointed. But I did end up being assigned to an Infantry battalion stationed in South Korea.
I was now in the northern part of South Korea, a short distance from what was known as the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ). Here, the line between South Korea and the then Communist nation of North Korea was drawn.
I served a thirteen-month tour of duty near the DMZ, and was then sent back to the United States, where I would end up serving my remaining eighteen months at Fort Knox, Kentucky. I was then assigned to be a clerk typist at the battalion headquarters of a Basic Training Unit.
I was Honorably discharged with the rank of Specialist First Class, which was once referred to as the rank of Corporal. And in late June of 1974, I returned to New York City at the age of twenty-one to start a new life.
I am thankful for the privilege to have served my country. I will forever honor and respect all my fellow veterans, as well.
D.B.
Yes, countries will on occasion lift up arms against each other. History shows this to be true. And because of it, nations need a strong military of well-trained soldiers for the protection of their citizens. So as a patriotic individual who loves his country, I made it my business to enlist in the United States Army at the age of eighteen.
I officially entered the Army back in June of 1971. In fact, I was taking my oath at the United States Army Induction Center, which was then located on Whitehall Street in Manhattan, on the same day that my classmates were attending their graduation ceremony at Christopher Columbus High School in the Bronx.
Arriving by a military bus along with a handful of other new recruits, I found myself at a basic training company at Fort Dix, New Jersey. And after about ten weeks, I was then reassigned to Fort Polk, Louisiana, where I underwent training to serve in the Infantry. And having done so, I was ready for me next assignment.
I had been hoping to go to Vietnam. But by late 1971 the war had been winding down, and the troops that were already there were returning to the States. I was disappointed. But I did end up being assigned to an Infantry battalion stationed in South Korea.
I was now in the northern part of South Korea, a short distance from what was known as the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ). Here, the line between South Korea and the then Communist nation of North Korea was drawn.
I served a thirteen-month tour of duty near the DMZ, and was then sent back to the United States, where I would end up serving my remaining eighteen months at Fort Knox, Kentucky. I was then assigned to be a clerk typist at the battalion headquarters of a Basic Training Unit.
I was Honorably discharged with the rank of Specialist First Class, which was once referred to as the rank of Corporal. And in late June of 1974, I returned to New York City at the age of twenty-one to start a new life.
I am thankful for the privilege to have served my country. I will forever honor and respect all my fellow veterans, as well.
D.B.