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I am proud of my military heritage. My father fought all during World War II. I was born and raised during a big part of that war. He was an officer in the Navy serving on board the Hornet when Doolittle was on it. His ship got sunk underneath him. He has always been a pilot and taught me to fly when I was about 12 years old. He taught everyone in my family to fly and we always owned at least one sea plane and one small land plane. He was also an inventor and was written up twice in "The Mechanics Illustrated Magazine" because at one time he had invented the smallest sports plane in the world. I am very proud of my dad. He is a hero.

My late husband was a computer programmer at Boeing until he retired but he also served his country. He was in the Navy and served in Korea. His flag is on my mantle. He is also hero.

My son is an officer in the Army, and he also has a college degree. People who say that the drop outs end up in Iraq are just plain nuts. We have the highest educated military in the world. My son was with the first group that went into Iraq and he served two tours back-to-back. He had to go up Bagdad Alley every day and he saw action. He also used to be in the C.I.A. but I don’t know if he still is. He says that he could tell me but he would have to Kill me if he did. You know that old joke. He moves around a lot and sometimes I don’t see him for long intervals at a time. So who knows. He is also a hero.

My two grandson’s, one of which I raised as my own child, and the other lived with me during his last year of high school, are both serving in the Army. One is stationed in Germany right now. They are very young and still wet behind the ears but they are serving their country and they are also hero’s.

I digress back to my military dad who was a very strong man and who raised us like we were in a boot camp. We had surprise inspections at two A.M. in the morning and we stood like soldiers in a row, straight, tall, looking forward and with our mouths shut. If he told us to jump we asked "how high". And we said "yes sir and yes mam" to our parents. We called all adults "Mr. and Mrs." That really dates me I know. But in those days children showed respect. So now you all know why I have a tough exterior and I don’t mence words. I don’t belong to clubs, or clicks, or like being around crowds. I am lucky enough to have a few really good friends, and I know they are real friends and I love them dearly. They are always fun to be around because we are all able to be just as honest as the day is long with each other. And nobody wants anything from the other one.

While growing up in my house, the worst thing you could do was to lie about something. The second worst thing you could do was to tattle-tale on anyone and the third worse thing was to be a hypocrite, and right up there with the first worst thing was to ever take a handout from anyone no matter what. We went through some very poor times in the forties but my dad never once took any kind of a hand out or even a loan and us kids learned to be the same way. I owe no man.

I am appalled by the moral standards of today. I have a forty foot flag pole with a large flag waving in front of my kennel. I’ve always been a bit of a maverick, I’m an educated red-neck, a conservative living in a blue state, a dog breeder that actually tells Uncle Sam about my dog sales and pays my taxes, now that’s a maverick for sure.

Oh one more thing about my early childhood. I was a precocious seven year old. I was only seven years old when I first started breeding animals (behind my parents back). I would grab our cat and whenever she was acting like she was in heat I would find the prettiest Tom cat in the neighborhood and lock them in together in my families garage. After all the caterwauling was over, I would let Tom out and nobody was ever the wiser. My preference was the most white Tom and the longest coats. I also liked the calicos. My mom always said, "boy our cat sure can pick them, she always has the prettiest kittens." Little did she know I was doing the choosing. We always got rid of the kittens easily. It’s just a good thing our dog was spayed or I would have been breeding her too. I loved animals and I loved seeing what I could create. That’s why I majored in Science all through high school and also in college. At one time I thought I wanted to be a vet. I did get a degree as a Medical Secretary and worked in a hospital for a while. But mostly I worked at Boeing. My last job at Boeing I was the lead over six different areas as a Computer Graphics Artist Specialist. I had one man that had to report to me and he didn’t like reporting to a woman. He would stand up and salute me when I would go over to his area and check-up on him. He may have meant it to be nasty, but he didn’t realize that the laugh was on him because I took it as a show of respect, coming from my kind of family. Glad those days are over.

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