|Age:||53 years and 358 days|
|Registration:||03 June 2011|
|I grew up in a military family with all that entails: moving every couple of years, learning what time “Colors” and “Taps” would be every day, being able to identify friendly and OpFor tanks and aircraft by the time I was nine, being able to hit a target at 300m from the prone position with an M-16 by the time I was ten and knowing how to make my rack and set my gig line by the precocious age of six.|
Seriously, we did move around a lot, I was born in Sacramento, California but moved to Dayton, Ohio within a few months and Omaha, Nebraska when I was three. My family moved to Athens, Greece when I was seven and we were there for four years, when I was eleven we moved to Tokyo, Japan and when I was fourteen we moved to southern California, so basically I have not lived anywhere that people speak English since we left Omaha.
I joined the Marine Corps after high school and managed to get into a unit that spent a lot of it’s time overseas. Unfortunately most of that was in the hot, miserable, stinking sandbox of the Middle East, I can still say “damn it’s hot” and “pass the camel ka-bob” in Arabic and Farsi. The upside was that we also got to go to places like Thailand, Bali, Hong Kong, Singapore and, best of all, Australia (Side note on Australia, it is the second best place on earth, pretty, down to earth women, great beer, beautiful countryside and friendly people but then again I was so plastered on the beer I might have been imagining everything else).
I got out of the Marines and moved to Seattle for a little while, did the whole Seattle thing, grew a goatee, got some body piercings (still have one of them) and then moved back to southern California and joined a Marine Corps Reserve unit.
Since then I've been stationed in Southern California coast, in San Diego County.