My Step Father, My American Hero

When I was nine years old my mom married my step father. My step father was in the Air Force. He spent 26 years making America safer and I am proud to say that I am an Air Force Brat. When you are a child of an Air Force member Air Force Brat is what they call you.

When I was nine I moved with my step father, mom and sister to Zaragoza Spain. We spent two years there, and then moved to Madrid Spain, the countries capital for two more years.

After that we moved to Columbus Mississippi for two years, and then to Roy Utah where my step father retired from the Air Force as a chief master sergeant.

Most of his career he flew on H53 helicopters. They are known as the Jolly Green Giants because of their massive size. He saved peoples lives. People from pilots that got shot down to civilians that were stranded. He protected our country, and he spent many years in war. He was shot down twice. And he told me that he would do it again, because of the love of his country.

And he gave me that love of my country also.

I know how important this country is. I know that it hurt him to see people that would not take their hats off for the flag. It hurt him when they wouldn’t stand for the National Anthem. And it hurt him when people didn’t show love of their country when the troops came home from wars.

He was hurt while in the military and could have retired, but he kept going. He has more metals that most could ever dream of. He lost over half his hearing during his career.

So on this Memorial Day, I will go to his grave and I will place the American Flag next to his grave, and I will have a chat with him. And thank him for giving me the love of America, and for giving a great dad to look up to, to love and to always remember. CMSGT Win Smith, My American Hero!

On his headstone is a photo of the Jolly Green Giant helicopter!



Below is a 10 minute video of what he did in the US Air Force. God Bless him and all of the others that protect us now and always have.





and one more

I Missed American Idol

I watched every episode of American Idol this season, except the final. Yep, just because I knew that Adam Lambert was going to win. I knew it so much so, that I drove 30 miles away to buy a new set of scriptures.

And then I got the call. My son Nick called me and told me that Kris Allen won American Idol. WOW.

Kris Allen winning would be like the Utah Jazz winning the NBA Championship in its heyday without using Stockton and Malone.

I not only didn't see it, I didn't record it.

Some times in life we think that life is going to turn out one way, and it changes. We think that everything will be fine, and then it goes the other way.

The horse that everyone knew couldn't win, wins.

The President that almost everyone knew wouldn't win.

And Kris Allen. Congrats to him, I hear that the show was great.

This just shows, never give up. Never stop trying.