Martial training is the only thing I've experienced that reminds me of my time in the military. People from all over the world that are different in so many ways, and may or may not even like each other based on pre-conceived notions, differences in personalities and cultures. But after training together, after relying on each other to make it through the day, we become like family because we experience things that most people will not. I remember faces, names, and dispositions from boot camp like it was yesterday. But in reality, it was over two decades ago. Like dojo mates, we have something that many simply will not understand.
Thanks for that well written essay, Mr. Seiser. I'm sitting here smiling, remembering some of my old friends. Those were some hard times, but there were also some great times.
Happy Landings, my friends!