DomAviator
Posts: 1253
Joined: 4/22/2008 Status: offline
|
I notice a lot of talk about toxic things, and long standing spats with dad etc in this thread... Im the last one that anybody would think would preach peace and being the bigger man and extending the olive branch etc - however, no matter how bad ya think he was you will miss him when hes gone. I know. My dad would NEVER in today's modern world be allowed to raise a child. Most people who have encountered him thought he was abusive, and I guess by somes definition he probably is. Hell, he taught me how to swim by throwing me off a pier and screaming "How bad do you want to live pussy! Tread that motherfucking water!!!" His idea of how to deal with playground scrapes was to tell you "Pain is your friend, it is your bodys way of telling you that you arent dead yet!" He solved a playground bully problem by making me beat the shit out of the bully while he kept the teachers from breaking it up. Hell he didn't even want to be addressed as dad - the proper term was "Master Chief" and in my household the correct response was "Aye Aye Master Chief" We didnt have walls and doors and floors and a bathroom, we had bulkheads, hatches, decks and a head! Punishment in my house was unbelieveable - running till you puked was not uncommon, and if you puked you better swallow it because god help you if he saw it coming out of your mouth... I became a Naval Aviator for one reason, so that he would have to salute me! Seriously, I remember that pivotal moment. I was watching An Officer And A Gentleman with a date, and in that scene in the beginning when he asked his father - "what are you afraid youll have to salute me" something clicked and I was like HOLY FUCK, 15 WEEKS OF AOCS AND I WILL OUTRANK HIM!!! From that moment on everything in my life was dedicated to getting into OCS! While I was there, despite the DI's best efforts I refused to drop out because there was no way in hell I was letting my old man have the satisfaction of knowing I DOR'd and saying "I told you so". In retrospect, for all his sins I see that he was a good man and he did what he thought was best. He made me strong, he taught me to endure, he gave me guts, and I really dont think I would be where I am today without him. Unfortunately, I didnt really see him for what he was and realize all he did fir me until he died... So I would say to anyone, dont make my mistake. No matter what your old man did, no matter how rough your childhood was, he made you what you are today... I still think about my old man a lot, usually when Im flying over the ocean... Hes buried out there somewhere. He was a salty grizzled old bastard, but if he wasn't I would probably be toiling away in some factory somewhere . Im the first man on my fathers side of the family to ever graduate college, and my only reason for going, much less excelling, was to spite him. I didnt give a shit about engineering - but I knew I needed an engineering degree with a 3.5 or better gpa to get those butter bars that would rock his world... If I can find peace with my dad, I think anyone can...
|