Family American Style: What a Military man wants to say

I don’t' post about my husband too much. The Cisco Kid and the Chief were on the computer looking and different kinds of military vessels, when he came across some very familiar pictures.
He has had an honorable and adventurous past in the Military. He started his career in the US Army as a Military Police officer. Three years later he was assigned to the demilitarized zone n Korea as an infantry man. After one year in Korea he went back to the Military Police for his remaining year and a half in the Army. At that point he decided to change his career. He enlisted in the US coast guard, spending his remaining year’s capturing drug runners, saving refugee migrant’s in a desperate attempt to navigate across the Caribbean in nothing more than a raft or a flimsy boat. He also rescued mariners in distress, and this includes going into several hurricanes to conduct risky rescues.
After 20 years he retired as a Chief Petty Officer.
In my sheltered world I can only visualize some of his heroic actions.

That, is my husband. (The Chief)

This is my husband’s first post.

Here is a picture of me (the Chief) on his Coast Guard Cutter, the USCGC Mohawk (WMEC-913). It was taken in 1994 as we were approaching a U. S. Navy ship to refuel. We had just completed five long months of picking up migrants at sea and taking them to the Naval base at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. This was during the last great exodus of during the summer of 1994 when almost 38,000 Haitians and Cubans left their homeland trying to illegally enter the United States. We were very tired and out of both fuel and food. The U. S. Navy did a great job coming to help us rescue these migrants. Between the Coast Guard and Navy, we saved a lot of misguided migrants at sea who had no idea when they set out just how dangerous the ocean can be.

The Chief on the Bridge.