My Immigrant's Decision To Join The Army

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I woke up that Saturday morning eager to get out of bed. The man I admire the most was in town. He had come to see me play football the night before, and I had asked if I could interview him for my veteran’s essay. I sat down on the couch ready to ask the wisest man I know my questions. You could see it in his eyes that he had seen it all. “Why did you decide to join the military?” I asked my grandfather. “Well, it was 1965, I had gone through two years of college and the draft for the Vietnam War started, and I wanted to do something other than carry a riffle in the jungle.” He recalled. “I knew my options were limited. So I figured if I joined the air force, that after my two years they would continue to send me to school.”
It was at this moment I knew my grandfather was even smarter than I had thought. In March 1965, Sargent Thomas Ronald Parker joined the air force. He was then put through twelve weeks of boot camp in San Antonio Texas. “For me it was kind of easy.” He told me. He described how all of the backbreaking hours of “rough necking and being the low man on the totem pole,” had prepared him for taking orders and all the running they were required to do. “For the rest of them it was kind of hard, but for me it was …show more content…

Once there he was required to go through fifteen weeks of tech school. “It was in the middle of a corn field in the dead of winter,” He remembered. “It was so cold and we had to march two miles to school and two miles back to the barracks. It was so cold, that you had to wear a face mask to keep your nose and everything from freezing.” For the first two week, he was on KP duty. “I think it was something like four thousand eggs I had to crack every morning.” He said. “And after cracking four thousand eggs every morning, you get really sick of eating them.” After cracking eggs in the morning, he had to wash pots and pans for lunch and

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