I grew up in Arkansas.  During my senior year of high school, after getting my private pilot’s license, I watched in disbelief as several hijacked airliners were used as weapons to kill thousands of my fellow Americans.  I joined the Louisiana Army National Guard as a combat medic.  Shortly after my college graduation I went on Army active duty, attending Warrant Officer Candidate School and Flight School.  I couldn’t wait to take my crack at the enemy. 

After making good grades, I was thrilled to be awarded with a slot to fly the

OH-58D Kiowa Warrior—an agile reconnaissance and attack helicopter. 


I deployed twice to Afghanistan with 3-17 Cavalry—

One year out of Bagram Airbase, and nearly a year out of Kandahar. 

I dealt with a frustrating climate that made it incredibly difficult to support our ground guys and kill our enemies, but many times we still managed. 

I'd had my fill of war after my return from Kandahar, so I separated from the Army and became an airline pilot. 


Now I am a happily married father, moving forward with life.  

In true military veteran fashion, I of course love: single malt scotch, smoked jerky, Black Rifle Coffee, the smell of gunpowder, jet exhaust, and freedom.