This article is the second part of My Journey; a story of my life and where I’ve lived. To start from the beginning click here.
When we left off last my dad had gotten orders for his next duty station. My father was a helicopter mechanic in the Army. He worked and flew on the “Huey” helicopter; the workhorse of the Vietnam conflict, and the Gulf War. His next assignment turned out to be Fort Bragg, North Carolina where he was a part of the 82nd Airborne.
The 82nd Airborne Division is the U.S Army’s oldest airborne unit and it’s specialty is parachute assault operations into hostile territories. They have been actively performing this mission for every major conflict and war since the first World War.
As a helicopter mechanic, my father was tasked not only with the maintenance of the aircraft at Fort Bragg but also while abroad during times if conflict. In August of 1990, when I was only 7, Iraqi forced invades neiboring Kuwait triggering what would become the Gulf War. As part of Operation Desert Shield my father, along with the rest of the His battalion, was deployed to Iraq. On my birthday in 1991, the conflict escalated into Operation Desert Storm and it wasn’t until April of 1991 that I would see my father again.
The Gulf War wasn’t the only major disaster to happen during my time in North Carolina. We also endured two major hurricanes: Hurrican Hugo and Hurricane Andrew. The latter of which was the most destructive hurricane at the time.
These were only the first two hurricanes that I would endure. I would later witness the aftermath of the most destructive hurricane: Hurricane Katrina. But there’s still more story to tell before I get to that point. You’ll have to continue following thus blog closely!
To be continued…