How did the events of that day shape your life and inspire your service to this country?
The Two Shadows just wouldn't leave. After the events of 9/11 I had flirted with the idea of joining the military but hadn't felt it necessary so I moved on. Having been challenged to see how sharp my quill really was I moved to Los Angeles to pursue college and a career as a writer but them damn shadows. Both of my grandfathers served in the military in WWII, Grampa John in the Army & Grandpa Joe in the navy. Neither of them ever spoke of their experiences and all I ever saw was a greasy boot locker in one of John's garages. The last time we were attacked on our own soil was Pearl Harbor and in response, both of the patriarchs of my family laced up their boots and earned the title "The Greatest Generation." I don't remember who exactly it was, maybe the Sergeant Major of the Army or Secretary of Defense but there was a call to arms. A call to those who had what it took and every time I saw the flag or heard our anthem, the shadows of my grandfathers reminded me what I owed them and soon I was enjoying my vacation at the BEAUTIFUL red sand resort at Ft. Benning, GA.