Road To Damascus. My Sister My Business Partner

Road To Damascus. My Sister My Business Partner

My job while stationed in Twentynine Palms, CA (a.k.a the stumps), consisted of, among other things, spending hours upon hours in the desert sun. If you weren't sunburn, exhausted, irritable, and damn proud by day's end, it probably meant you weren't working hard enough! It was during this time, likely a result of desert delusions, that I decided business school would be appropriate in my life.    

The Gospels. My Sister, My business Partner

The Gospels. My Sister, My business Partner

"Hi guys, my name is Lieutenant Young and I will be your platoon commander." Those were the hallowed words I stuttered, as Staff Sergeant Lumm introduced me to our platoon during my first day at work. A perpetual cycle of chaos, exhaustion, and bliss, is the most accurate depiction of what my life would become as a platoon commander. I would spend the next three years with two different platoons, deploying twice overseas.  

The Exodus. My Sister, My Business Partner

The Exodus. My Sister, My Business Partner

Frozen is how 2007 began. I was part of Frozen Fox Company at The Basic School (TBS). Rain, shine, snow, ice, it really didn't matter, the worse the conditions, the more realistic the training. January thru March were filled with week-long training operations, and thus: full exposure to the Meal Ready to Eat (MRE). Chemical preservatives such as Erythorbic Acid, Hydrated Monoglycerides, and Tricalcium Phosphate can all be found in MREs. However when you are in the middle of a fifteen mile hump not much thought is paid to what comprises the lemon poppy seed pound cake. During this period of time, I tried to concentrate on two things: discreetly snagging the spaghetti and meatball MRE wherever and whenever possible, and most importantly, maintaining my warfighter profile (which was to act like I had a clue, when in reality I was still practicing my about-face in abandon parking lots).  

 
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