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Dave Sekol - United States Navy

During my last year in high school, my father informed me there’d be no college unless I paid for it myself, so I told him, “Fine, I’ll join the army.” 

That did it.  Dad never needed much provocation to blow up, but that time, he really exploded.  His face turned red, his cheeks quivered, and his lips curled into a snarl.  “I’ll blow your head off with my own shotgun before I see you in the army.  There’s a war on, and I’ll be damned if you’ll go over there and get your ass shot off.  A wounded kid is a chain around his parents’ ankles.  Your choices are limited to the air force or navy.”  

Good old Dad.  Always the thoughtful one.

Living with my father was like being kenneled with General Patton.  Steely-eyed and inflexible, he rarely showed affection toward his children.  He had been in an army anti-aircraft unit during WWII, and I think he brought the war home with him, because he never let go of his tough, army sergeant persona.  Prone to fits of violent anger, when Dad looked at me, gritted his teeth and curled his lips, I knew I was in trouble.  I swear to you, when very angry, he growled like a wolf.


1. The Vernon County
2. "Fine, I’ll join the army."
3. Rewarding conformity
4. The LST
5. Freedom tax
6. Interrogating VC
7. Zombie-like
8. Yolanda
9. Dog therapy
10. Anger rush
11. EDMR therapy