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Whilst serving in Ireland I did get down on myself. We were out on patrol in Belfast when I was made aware that something wasn't right. I immediately turned to my platoon commander to let him know that something was awry. At that exact moment he and several of my colleagues who were behind us came under sniper fire . Three of 'em died from their wounds. And my commander was severely wounded in the neck. Quick thinking on my part and that of others saved the rest of the platoon.
But to this day that event still haunts me whenever I tend to remember it. They say that on the field of battle men become either whimpering boys or they become real men . On that day I may well have though of myself as a man previously. But now reviewing that one incident I think that for all sense and purpose that was the day I knew what it was like to be a real man .
My credo is to live to the fullest but above all repspect those who are your elders and at least make an attempt to do a deed that'll make the world a better place than when you came into it .
I don't know that I've done that as of yet but I'd like to think that along the way I've made a difference in someone's life for the better .
Marty Walker
I'm not able to devote as much time to doing that as much I'd like to. But I've still got one or two buddies that still do. What with the working obligations and the fatthat I still tutor kids as well as teach the martial arts on the weekends I'm off. It really does give me little time to pursue that as well.
But as when they need help I try my best to make time to assist as best I can. I'd like to think that it'd be done not only for myself were I in the same situation. But also for the guys who are returning home each month under differing conditions. This seems to me one of the hidden truths behind the overall tragedy of this war. It's only paid lip service to by those who say they support the troops. But in all honesty do little in terms of devoting their time to assist in whatever way that they can.
Far too many people only talk the talk instead of walking the walk ! It's the deed that counts , not the lip service and so called patronage and patriotism !
I have always been inspired by the old saying " It doesn't matter how many times you get knocked down, it's how many times you get back up that counts".
I have lived in a few different sports areas and I am faithful to these places and their passions, give or take. I was born and raised in Bloomington, Indiana (1970-1989). Bob Knight was a central figure. I then lived in Chile for two years, where soccer became more of a presence on my global map. After returning to the Hoosier state one year, 1992, I became more aware of college football for a five year stint in Provo, Utah (1993-1997). BYU Cougar football! I made another return to Indiana from 1997 to 1999, and then spent the last six years in southern California, minus the last six months of 2005, in southern Chile again. And I got back yesterday, UPDATE:Now in Loudoun Cty, Northern VA! I am in the South! I love sports enough to think that they matter...Some how.
