Well in my case...Dad was a Flight Engineer in then VP-415 ASW Sqn in then CFB Summerside. The beeper would go off, he'd leave. Pre-flight, brief, run-ups, 3 hours later I'd be watching the blinking lights of an
Argus go off into the night. So planes were cool. I watched the SAR Techs from 413 jump out of the Buf's almost every day too. About age 17, I read a book called Urgent Fury, the story of the 82nd Airborne Div up from creation to Grenada. I was hooked then. I wrote my CFAT in Jan 89, accepted my offer in May 89 and was in Cornwallis on July 89. The rest is history, good times, many friends and laughs later.
"There's No Life Like It!"
I miss the Sentinel, stories from the guys that were in 4 CMBG, and the guys from 415 that were and are, and always will be, friends of the family. Of all the lessons I learned, 3 words still stick out, as they were in big letters on the front of the drill hall in Cornwallis...
"LEARN TO SERVE"