When I started Cygnus, I was asked by a friend to revamp his family's website because it was dated and needed to be brought into the mobile and "Google" friendly era. He is a disabled vet and a good friend that I met while attending college. Found out that he's been through a lot of the same stuff that I had been through, so I thought, why not, then things started steam rolling from there. Since I have found that I like working for myself, at my own pace and of my own freewill, I thought I would share a bit of where I came from.......
I come from a long line of hardworking, take no BS kind of people in my family that just get stuff done. My father was a firefighter for over 30 years, and my brothers were all military. I, myself, spent most of my life in the military, starting out in the Navy back in 1988 and made it to Aviation Boatswain's Mate 2nd Class Petty Officer, launching and recovering birds on the decks of carriers. It was a blast, hard work, but a blast to say the least. Because I was young and had an attitude of seeing things my way, I had to earn my shithooks the hard way, behind dogged doors with a couple of Chiefs and Senior Chiefs insisting that their way was the Navy way. I was on 3 different carriers, USS Constellation CV-64, USS Saratoga CV-60, and USS Nimitz CVN-68, serving in most of the major conflicts that went on in the late 80's through the mid 90's.
I got tired of the BS downsizing of my military with the Clinton era and left in '96, but came back into the Iowa Army National Guard in late '00. I was part of the 224th Combat Engineers (later re-classed to the 833rd Sappers) when the cowardly, terrorists, bastards fell the towers on 9/11. That's where time stopped for me really, and things changed. We/I deployed...... several times, lost friends.... family...... brothers. Same shit, different mission. I have to say though, Ramadi was one of the worst places on the face of the earth, followed by the ENTIRE country of Afghanistan! It's no wonder they are all pissed off at each other! Those places just plain suck.
Came back from my final tour in Afghanistan in 2010 "broken" I guess you could say, according to the Army with almost 22 years under my belt, dirty, salty, seasoned, any other words that could be described and was finally retired in '13.
During my time recovering at Ft. Hood I decided to attend college and am finishing up my 3rd degree (A.S. Network Systems Admin, B.S. Cyber Security, A.S. Software Development) in IT which is where this story ends/begins.
So, now, in short, you know where I come from, know my degree level, if you have no problem with what you have just read, then get in contact with me for a website design, development, revamp, and or database build.
I take nothing back about what I have done in life and don't care what the masses say, I only care about what is to the right and left of me, family, friends, brother’s in arms.
22 a Day
PTSD kills on average 22 to 24 veterans a day. That is a veteran every 65 minutes. Although the war is off of the mainstream media and out of the public eye, it still lives within us all, and sadly, veterans bring the war home with them. I carry a smile wherever I go, most of the time, because I have been reconditioned through help from loved ones, friends and professionals that there is a tomorrow, and a next day, and a day after that. BUT, the people who know me, really know me, Sherry D, Matt L, Dan H. Mike D, Chad G, Mike (LT) D, Jason B, Phil S, Jimmy M, Abe E, Clayton P, Mark W, Scott L, Sam N, Cooper C, Amanda K, you know the other side, where there is not a tomorrow. You've been to those dark places, seen what I have seen, been thru what I have been thru, and helped me in my darkest hours. Thank you, for the phone calls, the text messages etc.