Posted: 3/9/2008 4:45:24 PM EDT
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I'm sitting with my son, looking at my photo albums from my Air Force days and am amazed at how the names of those closest to me have slipped my mind. Wow, these were my brothers through thick and thin...and now, many years later, their names elude me. So, to those of you who are where I was many years ago...annotate your photos. It sucks to look at your history and forget the names of those who played a vital part of it. |
I am absolutely awful at remembering names. When I look at photos they usually come back to me though. I should label them now before I forget.  It's amazing to me the amount of experience I have had in my short 15 years. The early days of my enlistment seem so distant now. I am a hell of a shutterbug and have a lot of pics though, just none with me in them. 
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| I labeled my photos from tech school so I wouldn't forget who was who. As for the guys I worked with for 6.5 years at Nellis, I couldn't forget their names if I tried. We were like brothers. I remember the ones best whom made the biggest impression upon me or were good friends. The rest, I could and have forgotten about them already. I've had so many people come up to me who knew me but I didn't have a clue as to who the fuck they were until I had to ask and many times it was some guy I was deployed with and lived in the same hooch with for 6 months. I guess it all means who was important to me and if I liked you or not. |
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Over the christmas holiday school break, my son (15) was helping me and mama drag the boxes of decorations up from the basement. He ran across an old photo album from my Army days. He and I flipped through it and he was genuinely interested in it. He was born at Walter Reed and his sister was born at Dewitt Army Hospital, so they both remember when I was a soldier but this was the first time he actually seemed interested. Every picture had a story and he wanted to hear all of them. Kind of choked me up a bit. Mother Green was my whole life from my enlistment at 17 years old until 1996 when I ETS'd. I kind of don't want my kids to be grunts or cops like me (we want better for our kids), but that day kind of made me think I'd be proud if my boy decided on enlisting. |