Being all I can be, part 1…

This is going to be a two-part post; part 1 will be some background, and part 2 will be some “what if” musings.

Let me start this series by saying that I’m stronger, faster and tougher (mentally and physically) than I was when I was half my current age (I’m 41 as of this writing)…and I love it.

In 1995, I enlisted in the US Army as an Infantryman (MOS of 11B for those who care). It was the most macho, toughest, hoaah thing I could possibly think to do in the military (except joining the Marines, and that’s just crazy (just kidding, I know some amazing Marines)). I was 120lbs and scrawny, wore thick glasses, and could barely run a mile.

This was a terrible plan.

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