Life of a warrior

So my sister was born 2.5 years after myself, my father was on deployment when my mom found out she was pregnant fortunately he was able to come back for her birth. After my sister was born we moved to California and bounced all over that state for most of my childhood. My cousins got to go to Germany, Turkey, Italy, and cool places like that but my father couldn't (or didn't want to) get it to where we came with him. As I was growing up and had all of those family tree projects in school, I would ask my mom about our family history. My mother would tell me about the generations (4 I believe) of my ancestors who served. My grandfather Sgt. Raul Macias (<--my hero btw)served in the United States Marine Corps, he joined after his brother took a bullet to the head off of the beaches of Normandy. My uncle served in the United States Army, my father was in the Navy, and the list goes on. So I always knew that the military was in my future. Looking back I think I would've chan

So this blog is to be a sort of tell all of my life both in and out of the Marines. We'll start off with the beginning of course, I was born in Washington state in 1989. I'll hop, skip, and jump in between time periods a lot but we'll start with the basics. My father was a sailor and my mom was unemployed at that time. My grandmother said I was her second chance at life because she was cured of cancer when I was born. I was 17 years old when I joined the Marine corps and it was one of the best decisions I've ever made. I only spent 4 years in the corps because I injured my back, but it was the best time of my life. So that's a bit about me and I'll try to post daily until this basically becomes a documentary about myself lol.