Joseph Carey:  

Well, here I am. Back in McArthur. What a trip! For those that do remember me, I was a troublesome lad at 16, and it eventually placed me before the chair of Judge Dor Davis of the BCJ Court. I was in so much trouble, that I was well on my way to Three Years of State housing. However, Judge Davis did have a unique way of taking-care-of-business. Instead of allowing the State to house me for those Three Years, I was signed up in his courtroom to Four Years in the Marine Corps. Yes, my mom and my dad signed me away to the USMC, and on my 17th Birthday, I was swept away to Parris Island SC. In truth, Judge Davis saved my life, even if it was touch-n-go a couple of times in the Marines, it made me a man. No, not a man, a better man for it. I did, however, get to see the world. All of Europe was seen by me, and I spent a short time above the Arctic Circle facing down Russian Bombers from ten Miles away on an island in Norway. I also got to see Southeast Asia and the South Pacific. Yes, even in this country I saw places in the USMC uniform like Wahington DC (National Security Agency) and NYC as a patient in the Naval Hospital there from wounds that I received in Vietnam. For those that may have thought or heard that I died in Vietnam, the rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated. I was decorated for bravery on the battlefield, and wounded two times. But, with all of that, I still thank Judge Davis for sending me to the Marines. It turned me around 180 degrees. This will be a surprise to some that knew me way back when I was in t...Expand for more