I was born the son of a middle class family.my mom a hard worker my dad a navy veteran. We  were A ROMAN CATHOLIC family.My first memories were of the catholic school that I attended.It was wonderful my life whit my brother and I attending the same school.I was in training as an alter boy when my brother was making his conformation.The world could not be a much brighter place.I also remember that upon returning home from school one day and things were not right,mom was talking to dad about how it would be bad to move the kids to another town right now.but dad said the place was nicer and his pay was going to be better.It drew my attention when it was said that we were moving closer to grandma and grandpa.we asked what was going on and were told to go outside and play.so a few days go by and I am making my first holly Communion.I was filled with joy,I loved god and Jesus so much. When I returned home that night we were told that we were moving and that was it.Well I had never really known anything but the large city of Boston.It was an adventure filled city with many old story’s of settlements of pilgrims .the Mayflower,and all the story’s of Christopher Columbus.The Boston tea party,many old buildings with each a story.we were moving to the country were our grandparents lived.It was truly a beautiful forested subdivision.I remember our grand pa taking us fishing on the snake river bridge all the time.Playing on the rivers banks catching snapping turtles northern pike and catfish which my grandpa loved to eat.I also remember siting in front of the small black and white t.v.watching war movies and hearing my grandpas war stories.they made me feel special to be an American.My grandpa told us that the veterans were the hero’s of American.that their sacrifices were what kept us free.Even at the young age of 7 I wanted to be a soldier that fought for my country and told story’s of gods unfailing love for his people.We lived in this country setting until i was 12 years old I thought it would never change.I was wrong all of a sudden the world seemed to be turned upside down.everyone was fighting and arguing.Everyone one was talking about something called Vietnam.Our dad was now a factory line mechanic at the local general motors plant.Every time he came home from work he brought more news of a war.