I started by indicating that although I was raised mostly in Washington State, I was born in Newport Beach, California during July 1960. I have one older sister and a younger brother (RIP) and sister who are twins. We moved numerous times throughout my school years, but always returned to what I consider to be my home town of Orting, Washington. My parents were divorced when I was about ten years old. We moved from a large house to a smaller house across town. Both of my parents eventually remarried and I gained a half sister and two step siblings out of those deals. At some point in my early teens, I decided that I was going to join the Army as a grunt, probably after seeing hundreds of Soldiers marching past my home. The Army unit Commander had decided that they should walk from Yakima, Washington back to Fort Lewis, Washington after an exercise. Soon after I graduated from Orting High School during June 1978, I visited the Army Recruiter. He told me that I could be a grunt, and offered me “Private First Class (PFC) out of Boot Camp”, then got me all signed up and asked me when I wanted to ship. I told him that I would be ready to ship at the end of the summer. The Army recruiter kept in close contact with me all summer, too close, and I eventually told him I wasn’t interested anymore because he wouldn’t honor my wishes. Two weeks later, on 25 September 1978, I walked into the Marine Recruiters office and asked if he had any “job openings”. He looked at the ceiling and made a crossing motion near his heart. I had changed my mind about being a grunt though, I now wanted to be an Automobile Mechanic. After I explained that the Army had me signed up, to include the PFC out of Boot Camp, he said that we could do that too. He asked me when did I want to ship, after looking at the calendar, I replied, how about Monday, he replies how about Friday. I replied, I sure would like to enjoy one last weekend with my friends. He said, no problem, ship Monday as a Private. I replied that I would see him Friday! I’ll never forget looking over my shoulder as we drove away from my Mothers house, seeing her and my siblings waving goodbye. About half way to the Recruiters office, I heard a “beep-beep”, I look down, and my Father was waving goodbye to me too. Boot Camp was interesting and somewhat challenging, I did well, mostly because it seemed like most of my fellow recruits were doofus’ and screwballs. I’m sure they felt the same way about me, but I was the 4th Squad leader most of the time and I could march. I was ordered to Aberdeen Proving Grounds, Maryland to become an M60A1 RISE Tank Mechanic. APG is an Army base, and I soon learned the difference between an Army PFC and a Marine PFC! I spent a year at 1st Tank Battalion, 1st Marine Division, Camp Pendleton, California where I soon irritated enough of my senior Marines to rate a “hot fill” transfer to Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. My one year tour in “Gitmo” went by very quickly, and I soon found myself stationed at the Marine Corps Logistics Base, Barstow, California which is in the middle of the Mohave Desert. I was introduced to a young lady there by one of my friends, fell in love and was Married on Halloween 1981. I did not immediately enjoy the desert surroundings, so as soon as I was able to ship over, I did. I requested and was granted orders to 1st Force Service Support Group, Camp Pendleton, California and was assigned to Ordnance Maintenance Company (OMC). My son was born a few months later on April Fools day 1983. Shortly thereafter, we parted our ways. I then met my current wife, Hitomi, got married and have enjoyed a blissful 22 years. During my tour at OMC, I was introduced to an M60A1 RISE Tank with a turret problem, the Main Gun would not elevate or depress in the manual mode. Since that problem was a test question, I was able to troubleshoot and figure out that a key component was missing. I ordered the part, fixed the turret and almost instantly became one of the best tank turret Technicians in the USMC. One year later, I was selected to become a part of the new Light Armored Vehicle program. I was sent to the Infantry Training School, Camp Pendleton, California where I helped build the maintenance shop from scratch. A few years later, I was selected to the rank of Staff Sergeant (SSGT). I was promoted to SSGT on the morning of 1 October 1986 and that afternoon was informed that I was a Warrant Officer Selectee.
At this point, Al asked, WHEN did you go to The Basic School? After I replied, February through April 1987, he said, “We were Warrant Officer classmates!” So, we actually first met more than two decades ago in 1987 vice 1995. After getting back on track with my life story, I came to the point of my mandatory retirement from the United States Marine Corps after 30 years, 2 months and 2 days of active duty on 30 November 2008.
The second and third hours of the Orientation were filled with information. Al showed me his VA Card and ensured that I had at least initiated my Veterans Administration (VA) disability package. I was introduced to the S.W.O.T. concepts of strength, weakness, opportunities and threats. This part of the Orientation was a real eye opener for me, as I realized that I had not done a very good job preparing myself to transition from active duty to a civilian. Al encouraged me to document my trials and tribulations while I go through these processes because if a senior Marine had issues, what are the junior Marines putting up with!
The fourth hour of the Orientation started with an in-depth description of the 14 step program. Al asked me a few “simple” questions about a chess board and how many moves I could make in certain situations. This series of questions evolved into the 4 to 9 options of life, the P.I.E. factor, Science of the hunch, three pillars of e-commerce, tile to carpet and the domain of the brain. All of these concepts that were foreign to me were soon made to make sense as they were explained and inter-related with each other. Al encouraged me to relate my experiences, such as the Tank Turret repair, with problems and situations that I might encounter during my transition.
Al asked if I was still interested in joining the program. I kind of felt all along that I was going to become a member of the organization, so I said yes. We settled on Friday, 9 January, where I was the first Learner to sign the “Articles of Agreement” in the new year of 2009.
Initially, the whole process of signing the “Articles of Agreement” appeared to be blown out of proportion and made to seem much more important than it really was. After reflecting on this occasion, I understand why the signing is a formal occasion. It is much like the life altering occasion where a Marine Recruit is presented with his Eagle, Globe and Anchor emblem after completing the Crucible, the “Articles of Agreement” reflect the roadmap of my reintegration into the civilian populace and my dedication to the eradication of the words “homeless” and “Veteran” being used together in the description of a person.
I want to thank all the folks that took time out of their day to witness my signing of the Articles of Agreement.