My Father is My Hero

He is my hero he is my dad,
He makes Indiana Jones look bad.

This was the beginning of a poem I wrote about my dad when I was about thirteen years old. It is one of the few things I can remember that far back, and I really wish I had the rest of that poem.



My dad has been a hero to me for as long as I can remember. He is the reason that I have become what I am today, and for the career choices, I have made. My mother made me into the writer that I am, but my father shaped me as a husband, leader, and worker.

One of the first things I can remember about my dad is his black and green camo fatigues as he was serving in the United States Air Force. I remember sitting in the back seat of the car rolling up to the Air Force Base’s gates and the saluting. I used to think my dad was a general and we joke that older I got, the lower in rank he went until he was merely a Staff Sergeant.

He would share stories about basic training, the time he was on the Blue 2 commission and the time he gave a tour of the base to a Colonel with the same last name as us.

My love of computers comes from him as I can also remember him sitting me in front of a computer with Windows 95 on it (which was brand new) and showing me how to navigate through it. When I was 16, my very first job was at the same place my dad worked, and he was my boss, teaching me about computers and assisting in the rollouts of new hardware and software to the engineers.

Still, even then I wanted to follow in his footsteps, and in 2009, I joined the U.S. Air Force myself and spent 8 years in a friendly competition to see if I could do more in their career. In ways, we equaled by going to the same tech schools and actually going to Lackland AFB and being put into the same barracks as my dad had gone so many years earlier (military rarely changes buildings). We both made Staff Sergeant with a line to Tech Sergeant when we got out. He only beat me by two commendations while I got him on a deployment and combat badge in Afghanistan.

While writing this post, I never realized even now how much my father means to me and how much I still enjoy calling him on my ride home from work and talking computers, politics, and military. He is my best friend and is a man I look up to even to this day.

I love my dad and continues to be the best dad in the world!

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