I joined the Navy on April 17, 1961, in Columbus, Ind. Times were somewhat difficult; the economy was not the best. I didn’t have the funds to return to Indiana University, my father was close to being laid off at work, and I couldn’t seem to find employment myself. I didn’t want to be an added burden on family finances, so I joined the Navy. I had always had a desire to “Go Navy,” I guess, because I didn’t want to be drafted into the Army and be in a foxhole somewhere. Little did I know.

The Navy, through my Hospital Corps and other training, provided my work career for most of my adult life, which I spent in occupational medicine and EMS services in Indiana and Arizona. I spent 44 years in the medical profession thanks to my Navy training until God called me into the ministry as a hospice chaplain.

Back to that foxhole. After active duty, I joined the Navy Reserve. After volunteering one weekend -- I know, you’re never to volunteer, but it was the best thing for me -- I went with the Marine Reserve Unit attached to the center and on to Field Medical School for the Marine Corps. Thus, the foxhole, except it was with the Marine Corps rather than the Army. I spent over 16 of my almost 25 years with the Marines. I feel I was blessed to be part of both worlds.