Samuel Lujan:
CLASS OF 1986
Andrew Hill High SchoolClass of 1986
San jose, CA
Ocala Middle SchoolClass of 1982
San jose, CA
Anne Darling Elementary SchoolClass of 1980
San jose, CA
Samuel's Story
Life
The proud father of three rapidly growing sons, husband to a woman I love dearly. I've bounced around jobs, but luckily seem to continue to bounce upward, I work at a military base, and in my off hours I have a small comic book business, I write poetry and I think about mistakes I've made along the way. Probably nothing different than what any other person does. I would like to hear from old friends, a few in particular, but anyone would be nice. Odd how in these years we want so badly to reclaim some of that old magic, isn't it?
School
School Biography, odd thing this, I don't think I had a biography to share. I will share this though. I started this, joined this, in an attempt to contact someone I knew I guess you could say right after high school. Although we went to school together, it wasn't until I was leaving for my military stint that I had the nerve to approach her. At least that's the memory I have floating around in my head. In that memory, something special started, but somewhere along the path, lost it's way. My dream of it still lives in my head, the nightmare will never leave from my soul, and the saddest part is I don't know how much of either is true. We do have a way of making things into what we would have liked them to be when in truth they never were. I'd still like the chance to figure out how much of my memory is real and how much i...Expand for more
magined.
one step, then two
all away, away
time as distance
you grow small to
me
and larger than life
the beauty, if it ever
truly existed, waits
now to live
for it slumbers, afraid
of the harsh light of day
the sorrow, the injuries
I may have done, they
live as well, and what pains
I may have caused you, know
I suffered them a thousandfold
and though the wounds have healed
on cold days, the ache
they bring is long and
dreary and sometimes almost
too much to bear
I'm afraid to know
afraid to see
but my dimming eyesight
calls for clarity
and my soul,
my soul cries
for forgiveness
blue
Military
97b10, Counterintelligence Agent Assistant. 8 weeks at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, affectionately called Fort Lost In The Woods, Misery, especially for those of us who ended up waiting 13 days to even get in, then to become the 501 blues, E-4-3, basic training. After boot camp, a short stint at Fort Huachuca, Arizona, the Military Intelligence Center and School, learning the aforementioned job, then a permanent duty station that left me just too close to home. Fort Ord, California, which at this point doesn't even exist anymore. A few years of my life gone, but the Clearance I got from the military has helped in my life since, so I guess complaining about any of it would seem silly. And if nothing else, it did make me grow up.
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