This post is from my son, Chuck, I ask that my followers interested, in education, the mental health field, and concerned citizens; visit his site and give him the support he and other educators needs during this time of crisis. This is not a sympathy plea, but one of support and caring for human sacrifice. Chuck is an educator, mental health activist/speaker and publish young adult author. Thank you for your support. E.
One morning I received a call from my Chief Master Sergeant. He called to tell me that three or four of our fire teams would possibly be going to Panama. We should pack our mobility bags and stand by. The year was 1989 and I was nineteen. I remember the anticipation of waiting. My adrenaline was high and there was some excitement. Like I said, I was nineteen and full of ego and false confidence. I wanted to test my training and my nerve. However, I would be lying if I didn’t say I was also scared to death. You would have to be crazy knowing that you are about to be put in harm’s way and not be at least somewhat nervous. I didn’t go on this deployment. It was over pretty quick. My bags were packed a few more times along the way and there was a similar…
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