Blog Challenge #8


This Friday was Veteran’s Day.  Growing up, I was taught that it was a holiday to honor those individuals that serve/served our country.  When I was younger, I knew a few adults that were in the armed forces and I always admired them for serving our country.  Little did I know that one day I would be honored to be one of those individuals who can call themselves veterans.

After I graduated high school and attended college for a year, I found myself at a crossroads.  I was not getting the best grades,  I was skipping classes and I was not proud of myself.  I knew that if I went back to college, I would be wasting my time and my parent’s money.  I needed to do something that would help me grow as a person and strengthen my inner self.

I enlisted in the U.S. Army and on Feb 22, 1988, I was on my way to basic training @ Ft. Knox, Kentucky.  After 16 weeks, I graduated from Armor school and was officially an armor tank crew member in the United States Army.  For the next 3 years,  I lived and trained how to be a M1 Abrams tank driver, loader, sometimes gunner, Humvee driver, small arms armorer and a soldier.  My enlistment took me to Fort Hood, Texas, Camp Casey, South Korea, and Fort Carson, Colorado.

For those 3 years, it was a time of duty, honor and courage that I never could imagine as a child.  I was introduced to service members that would stay with me to this day either in person or in memory.  Having served overseas, I know what it means to leave family and friends behind, not knowing when you will return.  The hardships and frustrations that service members constantly face everyday are a testament to their honor and duty.  The men and woman that that serve in our armed forces do so for us to be able to live our lives in freedom.  When I was a kid, this would not meant the same thing as it does know.

This past Friday was not just another holiday.  It was a day to give thanks to all veterans who are serving, that had served, and especially those who have died for our country.  To me, it is a privilege to be able to place myself in that category; Veteran.

Dennis Arrowood




One thought on “Blog Challenge #8

  1. Dennis,
    Thank you so much for writing such as inspiring post on Matt’s blog.

    My grandfather served in WWII and I always got tears in my eyes when he marched at ANZAC Day celebrations in Australia. Unfortunately, he died just before Christmas last year.

    But we still have those memories and the stories he told us.

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