The longest “four years” ever

It was supposed to be one single enlistment … four years. I would join the Marines just long enough for me to earn some money for college. Then I’d get out and reunite with my buddies Jonathan McMillan and Karl to resume our (ill-conceived) plans to form the world’s greatest rap group.

But, along the way, a few things happened.

The Corps helped me realize that I was far more capable than anyone (including myself) had given me credit for.

I was trained to be a photogapher, learning a skill that gave me the foundation for a career.

I traveled and discovered the world is larger than just the few blocks in my old Denver neighborhoods of Five Points and Park Hill.

I met the love of my life and tricked her into marrying me.

I discovered I didn’t have to get out to attend college (because the military would pay for college while I was still in). I took advantage.

I met some of those strange people we Devil Dogs called “Zoomies.” Rumor had it Air Force people lived in lavish hotels, had air conditioning and room service when they deployed, rode bicycles for their physical fitness tests and were known to smile more than any other branch of the military. It ruffled some Marine Corps feathers, but I figured if I couldn’t beat ‘em, I’d join ‘em! I’m glad I did.

Muna blessed me with a son.

I learned I had a knack for helping others. Secretly, I enjoyed it. I liked the feeling of being needed, and it felt good being recognized for helping others solve problems while doing good things for the Air Force.

I deployed to a few places that taught me the value of life, and the importance of cherishing every moment.

I learned the power of a smile.

I’m thinking I’ve lost track of time. Somehow, during the past four years, I went from being a Marine Corps Private to an Air Force Colonel. Within four years I transitioned from being a photographer, an embassy guard, and a nuclear missileer to being a public affairs officer, squadron commander and (most importantly) a husband & father.

I guess I’ve been in a little longer than my original four year plan. If not, it’s been the longest (and most amazing) four years ever.

It’s time to hang up the uniform and give Muna and Taj the stability they’ve been denied all this time. I still have a few months before it’s official, but the countdown has begun.

But I’m still eager to help others, and I’m excited about discovering whatever life has in store for us. (I’m currently on the hunt for Skillbridge/fellowship opportunities and exploring potential future employment — If you happen to know of any opportunities, please message me? And, if you’ve ever crossed paths with me and were pleased with the experience, I’d be grateful if you shared your thoughts via the endorsements feature in LinkedIn.)

Our Air & Space Forces are faced with some serious challenges. But I know we have some seriously talented Airmen & Guardians meeting those challenges head-on. If you ever want to hear about it, reach out to me. I’ve got stories for days …

… in fact I’ve got just a little more than “four years” worth.

Semper Fidelis while Aiming High,

Darrick