It is December, with just a couple weeks left until we celebrate the day of Christmas as a family. The holidays bring warm feelings toward those we love and those we lost. Add a heavy dose of patriotism to the mix and you typically find a veteran or a family member touched by a veteran. I am one of you.
Buried in a pile of memories is a box with 21 spent rifle shells. My husband is a surviving son. His father was killed in the Vietnam conflict. A man whose child was just 6 months old. Jim was a proud, enlisted Marine that went by ship to Okinawa. After Okinawa, the hell in Vietnam was to follow. No stranger to the military, he served in the Navy prior to this deployment, sneaking away from home while in high school and signing up to serve while being just 16 years old. After the Navy and some college, he drove to California in a car he built. And through a series of bad luck in finding employment decided to enlist in the Marine Corp. His finance couldn't have been more surprised! Jim came home to Michigan to marry her and they moved back to California, to the base at Camp Pendleton. The photos from their first years of marriage of their wedding and the grin on Jim's face while looking at his newborn son tell it all. He was happy and a goofball. I would have like him.
He died unexpectedly. While unloading the ship in Okinawa, Jim was responsible for guiding the chained boxes to their location on the dock. The crane operator crossed a power line--a complete accident--and the chains Jim held discharged deadly electrical currents. Jim was electrocuted.
I think of Jim at Christmas.
What does this all have to do with real estate, you may be asking yourself. Well, if you find yourself ready to embrace the American dream of owning a home, as a veteran you are qualified. Just reach out to me and I will fully assist and support your dream. I come from a veteran family.