tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58681705727884115172024-03-08T09:24:14.532-08:00Adventures in LifeWho is Matt Kredell?http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336580202942249014noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868170572788411517.post-42760384887917824482011-12-15T18:22:00.000-08:002011-12-15T18:22:35.688-08:00Yo Joe!!!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have always loved the military.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I played with Gi-Joe’s and watched the cartoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I watched all the Rambo movies. I watched John Wayne as a Green Beret and wanted to be one of the dirty dozen. Once in 6<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> grade I was asked to draw a picture of what I would look like when I was grown up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I drew a picture of myself in a black wet suit with a spear gun, a spitting image of one of my Gi-Joe’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I was a kid I played “War” with the other kids in the neighborhood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kid who lived across the street from me, his Dad had been in the military and may have even served in Vietnam. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took the time to let us borrow some old uniforms and gave us a few pointers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We would play War all day long on the weekends decked out in camo from head to toe, jumping fences, hiding in bushes and setting up basic ambushes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We learned to stop and listen before rounding a corner, to look for moving bushes and to hide in shadows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We got water from the hose and Mom would bring us out sandwiches for a lunch break.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I moved to a new neighborhood right after 6<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> grade, into a new group of friends and turned the corner on no longer doing “kid” things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got into football, baseball and pick-up games of basketball.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sports, especially football started laying the ground work for teamwork, putting the team before yourself and playing through pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love the rush from playing sports and I never forgot the rush I got from playing war as a kid too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The thrill my side would get when we won a game or battle and the hurt felt when we lost.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On its basic primal level <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>with the game of War we were playing what came natural to young boys, like little bear cubs play fighting or little lions stalking one another.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>2-a-day football practice in the Texas heat, battling for a starting position and practicing all week to play like a team for the big game on Friday night. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were games we played, they were practice and it was training for my future. </span></div>Who is Matt Kredell?http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336580202942249014noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868170572788411517.post-36158757703794328672011-12-13T15:54:00.000-08:002011-12-13T16:03:11.945-08:00HelloWelcome! I'll be posting some stories from my last adventure in Afghanistan soon...Still enjoying my R&R ya know! The stories I'll be posting will jump around some between 1996 to present. But there will be stories from my childhood which influenced who I am today as well. Again thanks for stopping by and enjoy.Who is Matt Kredell?http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336580202942249014noreply@blogger.com0