My turn...
My Dad (RIP): Master Sergeant. U.S. Army. Korea, Vietnam. He instilled in me the values of hard work. What you put into it, you get out of it. If you don't put in enough, you won't get enough. If I didn't do it, BELT!
My Mom: She fed me and my dad made me do the chores to work it off. My mom is a great cook. I cannot duplicate some of the dishes she made. Guess that is what make mom's so unique.
My "American" uncle (RIP): Sergeant. U. S. Army. WWII, Korea. I worked on his farm during the summer during my adolescent years. It ain't easy being a farmer. He was a farmer all of us life. Mulching fields for planting and those ******* hay bales. Bucking square or round bales for 20 cents each. A 1,000-bale day was a good day in the 1970s.
My half-brother (RIP): Corporal, U.S. Army. Vietnam. He served their country while serving in Vietnam. I never got to know him or see him. It was when my parents came out to see me in Quantico, VA, in 1983. We went to The Wall. It was there I saw my father cry for the first time. I learned alot about my half-brother: He never quit. Duty. Honor. Country.
My son (RIP): USMA. 1st Lieutenant. U.S. Army. Duty. Honor. Country.
My daughter: USNA. Lieutenant. U.S. Navy. Naval aviator. She is going to be my "little astronaut" some day. She is tough. Doesn't even know the meaning of quit.
Others: Those who inspire me to do things outside of my "comfort zone." I see them do it, I hear them do it, I read them do it. If they can do it, I can at least try it, too. Then, if I can do it, you can do it, too!
I stop now...
