My Autobiography {UPDATED}
Dale Marriott’s Autobiography
The Beginning to a long and Paroles Journey I was born during a typhoon called “Typhoon Billy,” in July 1973, in Naha the capital city of the Japanese prefecture of Okinawa. Funny enough, my mother was going to call me “Billy” (after the typhoon) instead of Dale, but for some unknown reason my parents kept Dale Probably because it is the coolest name ever written or spoken. To my knowledge, I left Japan before I was one years old. (MORE TO COME HERE)
I traveled constantly until my parents divorced sometime around the age of three or four. (Memory of the Divorce: It was late afternoon: I remember being taken to the airport and I had my stuffed walrus, I held him tight (This is Him - I do not have him anymore but would like to get him again).
Vintage 1975 Dakin 9" Stuffed Plush Brown Walrus Sea
Life
I also remember hugging my mother and being escorted to the terminal. Once the plane took off and we (sister, brother) were in the air I put on the supplied earphones and listened to (I believe Classical) music. I was crying holding my walrus because I had no idea what was happening and why I had to leave. A man from the next row adjacent from me asked "Why are you crying?" I was embarrassed and said "It was the music!" the man laughed at me and continued to do what he was doing. (Little did he know I was scared) I now know why my parents divorced. To make a long and odd story short I can say that she found comfort with another (my step-father) what a catch!. Texas
I have very vivid memories of my time in Texas with my aunt, uncle, and two cousins. It was the Catholic school that I attended there that was an experience I would never forget. At this point it was dark: Once we landed at the airport in Texas we got our luggage and went to their car, which was a wagon. I remember laying in the back trunk area looking up at the stars and the orange freeway lamps as they passed by, still bewildered at the hole situation. We got to their house and went upstairs to my cousins bedroom. The important part about this memory in their room is the 1978 Star Wars 12" Figure of C-3PO from General Mills, (I was able to locate this figure now own it)....
He instantly became my friend and protector. I sleep that night on the top bunk with my Walrus and my cousin's C-3PO.
Catholic School (Texas)Yes, I got in trouble in Catholic school. First, I am not Catholic and had no idea what was expected of me. I remember the following, a long classroom, where every student was separated by desk wall blinders. So we could not see each other or interact. If we had a question we had to raise one of three flags (United States, Texas, and Catholic flag), depending on the type of question you wanted to ask. I remember plastic lunch boxes with red juice, and a baloney sandwich. How did I get in trouble, well as it turns out you cannot complement a female student in Catholic school. I remember her quite well, Hispanic, light skinned, rose cheeks, and beautiful dark eyes, that pierced the soul. Most of all, I remember her smell, like a rose peddle. I have only smelled that smell once before but was unable to find where it came from. Yes, I made a comment to her beauty and smell, next thing I remember is being dragged into the building by my ear. Brought into a room that had fogged glass doors and windows. I assume, it was to allow other students to see the silhouettes of those who violated their rules being disciplined. Once, I was in this room hanging on the wall were three different types of paddles (what is up with everything being in threes). One was fat with no holes, other fat will many holes from small to large, from the handle to the end. The final paddle was thin with bumps on it (scary). They were very well used, as for me, the nun explained that the first offences was a light paddling. The more offences you commit the harder the paddling. Also the type of paddle depended on the offence. I was paddled with the fat no holes paddle. That nun made a long lasting impression on me. I only went their once, I can assure you I became compliment and did not complement anyone.
(MORE TO COME HERE)
Returning to Northern CaliforniaAfter the dust settled, my mother and stepfather settled in the Tahoe basin (California), North Wood/Home Wood, Kings Beach, Tahoe City, and finally Truckee. In Home Wood, We lived in a cottage, dark red with a loft. I remember playing on the narrow stair case with plastic cowboy and Indian's in the evening.I remember my mother baking Star Wars cookies, in the shapes of the "Death Star", "Tie Fighter", and the "Millennium Falcon". A large wooded field with many trails was out our back porch. I would dig holes and cover them, on the paths of the trails and set traps for trespassers.
(MORE TO COME HERE)
in North Wood, down the way from Home Wood, I remember there being a large dead tree in the front yard. I would hide in it when I need to think or to be alone. Across the street was a forest, I loved wondering around it in spring and summer wearing my camouflage and pretending I was an elite soldier. This is the best picture I could find to represent the forest.
I truly loved this place, the smell, the sound of the vegetation being crushed under my feet...
Winter in Truckee
I also remember the enormous snow burns along the roads after the snow plows would clear the roads. As children we would tunnel into these and create little living areas... it was very dangerous because if a snow plow came through and you were in one of these, the driver would never know until pink snow came shooting out the spout and you would die..
My fondest memories were of Kings Beach. The house we lived in was two stories with a basement on a steep mountain side. The top story a loft and two bedrooms opened to vaulted ceilings, with windows overlooking pine tree tops.Very similar to this one without the fire place and steeper vaulted ceilings, also not as nice.
I have many memories of this house. I remember on Christmas when I received a 1980 BMX Bike.
I rode the heck out of that bike. Other great memories was an Old Stump.... that's right an old dead tree stump. Similar to this one (Below). I would use it as a castle and play my "Weeble Wobbles", "GI Joe's", other toys (NOT STAR WARS TOYS), and sadly the male, pollen bearing cones from the pine trees. All of which made great play fantasies.
Another fond memory was playing Dungeon & Dragons.My brother, sister, and I would gather in the basement with 15 other players to play Dungeons and Dragons (D&D).
1977
We played all winter when school was shut down due to snow. It was the best time in my life. We would have torches lit and dress in whatever we could find to mimic our character in the game. Seriously, it was amazing to say the least. I remember a girl who was a year or two older then I who dressed and listened to "Wham", "Cindy Loper", and "Culture Club". She inspired me to look into different Styles of music.At the age 7, my stepfather owned his own Sheetrock business called Huber Drywall. My sister and I cleaned the houses after he did the work.
(Memory of the Time: I remember cold, fluffy show that draped over the pine trees, the crunching of snow beneath my small feet. The overcast of clouds that cover the sierra skis. My fingers slipping off the white paper covering the sheet rock. The sound of it sliding and slapping on others pieces thrown into the large green garbage bend.) From age 13-18 I worked for him as a sheet rocker at less then half the normal pay of other sheet rockers.
Eventually, we had a falling out do to Me having enough of his abuse. (Situation will not be posted here) At this point, I chose to live with my real father, so I left all my friends and scholarships at Truckee High School behind (Add H.S. Memories). Another story all to itself.....
I finished my senior year in Auburn, CA at Placer High School. I had trouble incorporating myself with the new environment and school culture (Add H.S. Memories). I went out on my own to LA, back to Truckee and everywhere in-between (LOTS to add here). I worked many types of jobs; construction, gas station attendant, chain control, carpet cleaner, fast food, masonry, and even worked on a pig farm. While in LA I lived out of my car which is a time I am not proud of, but people do crazy things for love.In 1994 I hit the age of 21. Luck for me, I had a caring older brother, who heard I was in BIG trouble with the law. He contacted an Army recruiter to come up to Truckee, California to recruit me... After hearing what the military had to offer and I could take that wrought instead of jail. The choice was clear,,..... I decided to make the change and have direction in my life, so I joined the Army. (Add Court with Recruiter & Meps) I had the most amazing experience! I went to basic training at Fort Leonard Wood, MO.
Once I landed in Missouri, in the airport I got my luggage and loaded on a bus to take me to the main base. Mine you, I had a large black bag. To my dismay this was a very, very bad thing. I should not have listened to my recruiter, he got me back for what I did to him, before I enlisted (This will be added above later). On with the story, I got off the bus and it was hot and humid. I went into a building to be processed, they had male and female soldiers do push-ups, and you had to do so many or fail. did not see anyone fail. I believe it was 10 push-ups for the men and 5 for the women. Then we were taken to the "Chow Hall" (cafeteria to you civilians), and taken to a barracks and given a bunk to sleep in. So far it was easy sailing, too easy, I thought to my self if this is basic training I got this... I was very wrong indeed. The next morning, we were up at 4 AM, not surprising, and marched to the chow hall for breakfast. The Drill sergeants were calling out "Cadence" (ca·dence, ˈkādns/a noun a fall in pitch of the voice at the end of a phrase or sentence. or a Rhyme) to try and keep us in step. I remember how difficult it was at first to marchin unisen. We then went to in processing again, except this time it was different. They issued our uniforms(at the time called Battle Dress Uniform (BDU's), gear, and more. Then our heads were shaved, and in a long line of soldiers waiting for inoculations. This was the real scary part, let me explain. I was getting close to an open door way (Add Basic Traning, guide-on, and more)
The Beginning to a long and Paroles Journey
I was born during a typhoon called “Typhoon Billy,” in July 1973, in Naha the capital city of the Japanese prefecture of Okinawa. Funny enough, my mother was going to call me “Billy” (after the typhoon) instead of Dale, but for some unknown reason my parents kept Dale Probably because it is the coolest name ever written or spoken. To my knowledge, I left Japan before I was one years old.
(MORE TO COME HERE)
I traveled constantly until my parents divorced sometime around the age of three or four. (Memory of the Divorce: It was late afternoon: I remember being taken to the airport and I had my stuffed walrus, I held him tight (This is Him - I do not have him anymore but would like to get him again).
Vintage 1975 Dakin 9" Stuffed Plush Brown Walrus Sea
Life
I also remember hugging my mother and being escorted to the terminal. Once the plane took off and we (sister, brother) were in the air I put on the supplied earphones and listened to (I believe Classical) music. I was crying holding my walrus because I had no idea what was happening and why I had to leave. A man from the next row adjacent from me asked "Why are you crying?" I was embarrassed and said "It was the music!" the man laughed at me and continued to do what he was doing. (Little did he know I was scared) I now know why my parents divorced. To make a long and odd story short I can say that she found comfort with another (my step-father) what a catch!.
Texas
I have very vivid memories of my time in Texas with my aunt, uncle, and two cousins. It was the Catholic school that I attended there that was an experience I would never forget.
At this point it was dark: Once we landed at the airport in Texas we got our luggage and went to their car, which was a wagon. I remember laying in the back trunk area looking up at the stars and the orange freeway lamps as they passed by, still bewildered at the hole situation. We got to their house and went upstairs to my cousins bedroom. The important part about this memory in their room is the 1978 Star Wars 12" Figure of C-3PO from General Mills, (I was able to locate this figure now own it)....
He instantly became my friend and protector. I sleep that night on the top bunk with my Walrus and my cousin's C-3PO.
Catholic School (Texas)
Yes, I got in trouble in Catholic school. First, I am not Catholic and had no idea what was expected of me. I remember the following, a long classroom, where every student was separated by desk wall blinders. So we could not see each other or interact. If we had a question we had to raise one of three flags (United States, Texas, and Catholic flag), depending on the type of question you wanted to ask. I remember plastic lunch boxes with red juice, and a baloney sandwich. How did I get in trouble, well as it turns out you cannot complement a female student in Catholic school. I remember her quite well, Hispanic, light skinned, rose cheeks, and beautiful dark eyes, that pierced the soul. Most of all, I remember her smell, like a rose peddle. I have only smelled that smell once before but was unable to find where it came from. Yes, I made a comment to her beauty and smell, next thing I remember is being dragged into the building by my ear. Brought into a room that had fogged glass doors and windows. I assume, it was to allow other students to see the silhouettes of those who violated their rules being disciplined. Once, I was in this room hanging on the wall were three different types of paddles (what is up with everything being in threes). One was fat with no holes, other fat will many holes from small to large, from the handle to the end. The final paddle was thin with bumps on it (scary). They were very well used, as for me, the nun explained that the first offences was a light paddling. The more offences you commit the harder the paddling. Also the type of paddle depended on the offence. I was paddled with the fat no holes paddle. That nun made a long lasting impression on me. I only went their once, I can assure you I became compliment and did not complement anyone.
(MORE TO COME HERE)
Returning to Northern California
After the dust settled, my mother and stepfather settled in the Tahoe basin (California), North Wood/Home Wood, Kings Beach, Tahoe City, and finally Truckee. In Home Wood, We lived in a cottage, dark red with a loft. I remember playing on the narrow stair case with plastic cowboy and Indian's in the evening.I remember my mother baking Star Wars cookies, in the shapes of the "Death Star", "Tie Fighter", and the "Millennium Falcon". A large wooded field with many trails was out our back porch. I would dig holes and cover them, on the paths of the trails and set traps for trespassers.
(MORE TO COME HERE)
in North Wood, down the way from Home Wood, I remember there being a large dead tree in the front yard. I would hide in it when I need to think or to be alone. Across the street was a forest,
I loved wondering around it in spring and summer wearing my camouflage and pretending I was an elite soldier. This is the best picture I could find to represent the forest.
I truly loved this place, the smell, the sound of the vegetation being crushed under my feet...
Winter in Truckee
I also remember the enormous snow burns along the roads after the snow plows would clear the roads. As children we would tunnel into these and create little living areas... it was very dangerous because if a snow plow came through and you were in one of these, the driver would never know until pink snow came shooting out the spout and you would die..
My fondest memories were of Kings Beach. The house we lived in was two stories with a basement on a steep mountain side. The top story a loft and two bedrooms opened to vaulted ceilings, with windows overlooking pine tree tops.
Very similar to this one without the fire place and steeper vaulted ceilings, also not as nice.
I have many memories of this house. I remember on Christmas when I received a 1980 BMX Bike.
I rode the heck out of that bike. Other great memories was an Old Stump.... that's right an old dead tree stump. Similar to this one (Below). I would use it as a castle and play my "Weeble Wobbles", "GI Joe's", other toys (NOT STAR WARS TOYS), and sadly the male, pollen bearing cones from the pine trees. All of which made great play fantasies.
Another fond memory was playing Dungeon & Dragons.
My brother, sister, and I would gather in the basement with 15 other players to play Dungeons and Dragons (D&D).
1977
We played all winter when school was shut down due to snow. It was the best time in my life. We would have torches lit and dress in whatever we could find to mimic our character in the game. Seriously, it was amazing to say the least. I remember a girl who was a year or two older then I who dressed and listened to "Wham", "Cindy Loper", and "Culture Club". She inspired me to look into different Styles of music.
At the age 7, my stepfather owned his own Sheetrock business called Huber Drywall. My sister and I cleaned the houses after he did the work.
(Memory of the Time: I remember cold, fluffy show that draped over the pine trees, the crunching of snow beneath my small feet. The overcast of clouds that cover the sierra skis. My fingers slipping off the white paper covering the sheet rock. The sound of it sliding and slapping on others pieces thrown into the large green garbage bend.)
From age 13-18 I worked for him as a sheet rocker at less then half the normal pay of other sheet rockers.
Eventually, we had a falling out do to Me having enough of his abuse. (Situation will not be posted here) At this point, I chose to live with my real father, so I left all my friends and scholarships at Truckee High School behind (Add H.S. Memories). Another story all to itself.....
After basic training, I decided to go straight to my Advanced Individual Training (AIT), for my Military Occupational Specialty (MOS). In this case I was a 63 Hotel (63 H) Heavy Track Vehicle Repairer at Aberdeen Proving Grounds, MD. There was no reason to take vacation as my fellow soldiers did. I was at my training site a week early, which gave me plenty of time to evaluate the base.
After training I went to my main duty station Fort Carson, CO.
My Late Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, and Me. After my AIT from Aberdeen Proving Grounds, Maryland.
I was deployed to the Persian Gulf for operation “Desert Shield.” My main duty was recovery (trying to recover broken down or damaged vehicles). This is where I was disabled and later Honorably Discharged from the Unite States Army. To make a long story short.....Just Kidding! Muhahahahaha.... I will first start with the environment, in which this sad event happened. I was deployed from Colorado, Fort Carson, as support for the 4th ID, deployment to Kuwait.
The Picture at the top on this page was 3 weeks prior to deployment. My Unit deployed to Kuwait, in the early, early morning out of Fort Carson, Co. We took a flight to Washington D.C., fueled and then off to Paris, France. As we flew into Paris, it was a low cloud cover and the Eiffel Tower could be seen in the moon light pocking it impressive head out of the clouds. Wish I had a camera... When we landed, I was really ready looking forward to having a cigarette and some strong European coffee... But, my dreams were crushed... as we walked down the terminal towards the shops, there was a barricade, with 20 or so French soldiers with assault riffles pointed at us. I can tell you I was shocked...but after talking to them and trying to talk them into asking someone to get a cup of coffee for me... it made sense... We were in full military combat gear, with weapons. The soldiers explained to me that we were an armed foreign military on their soil and could not go farther then where we were... Sad days,..... after an hour layover, we headed to our final destination, Kuwait City... The one thing that I remember the most about Kuwait wile getting off the plane was "The Smell". Wow! Potent to say the least.... the smell of the oil fields burning and something else. It was worse when we loaded into a bus to get to the base. The driver, smelled of different oils and bad odder. Yes, not a happy ride... to the base. Once at the base, we had to wait for all our equipment to be delivered which included vehicles. After a week we were ready to move out to our camps. Since my squad was one of the main support units for the 4th ID, we moved to an encampment. The majority of my battalion was moving to our main base of operations not far from civilization. I must tell you this, it was a long drive to our camp. Through dozens of military check points from United Nations, French, British, Kuwaiti, and more military units. They had some of the best uniforms I have ever seen, very impressive. If I knew how to enlist in the U.N. I would have.
Another noticeable land mark were the hundreds of Iraqi military vehicles destroyed from the initial advancement to move them out of Kuwait.
When we entered out camp it looked like something out of a movie. The camp was Round, with Sand bags everywhere, stacked up to make walls. There was only one entrance in and it had sand bag buckers on either side.
Sample Bunker
Two large tents, one huge sand pit to burn garbage, and a makeshift out-house.
The out-house was made of wood covered in sandbags, very nice the smell was AMAZING to say the least. One noticeable area was a very large slab of metal lying in the sand, used for working on vehicles. In one tent in the middle of the circular camp. Once we got out of our vehicles and assets the camp had a projection screen TV 60 inch. But as fate has it, the sand had destroyed its operational function... sad days...what was also interesting was that there was a make shift bench press, all out of sand bags. very cool...we set-up camp put camouflage netting over our vehicles and set up our bunks. Everything had to be off the groundbecause of scorpiens and other nast critters. The smaller the scorpion the more deadly, and in that desster, they had small green ones, that kill.
At the time it was awful to be there, but now I think back about watching the artillery rocket bombs in the night and the green eggs, it really was not that terrible.
I was honorably discharged from service in September 1997 after being disabled from the gulf. Once released from my service, I found myself wondering around Colorado. I was given a small amount of funds from the military, for my service connected disability. I move into a friend’s house and got a job as a telemarketer. This did not last long, it was difficult to even give a 500 voucher to platinum card hold as a way to say thanks for being a platinum card member. I remember my team lead a very attractive lady, though her name escapes me. We went out to a restaurant late after the dance club and as we were eating a woman grabbed her steak knife and chased a man from another table all around the restaurant. Scary and funny at the same time.This was not the height of my time in Colorado Springs. What i haven't added in the earlier part of this autobiography is that before the military service I was recruited by an organization call the "The Warriors of Faith" a great man of amazing charisma came into my life. His name was Dr. Drauhorn and he was a very rare breed of evangelistic people. His insight on many secrete organizations was vast with documentation to back it all up. Though, I wish I could say or tell you these organizations but seriously you wouldn't believe me or may not have heard of them. Plus if this is every published would be bad to bring them up. Non-the-less, it was more than enough to recruit me into his cause. Myself and four others were taught about the cult and inner working of these organizations. Our soul mission was to silently lead the members or whole organizations from the dark and back to the light. Faithful to the Lord, Jesus Christ and the Word of God, as crusaders fighting Satan and his minions. Who work through people. Crazy I know, something out of a movie. This was very serious and I wish I could say more about the organization but i can't bring myself to say it. (Proof of this organization Coming soon) I can say this, that many of our teaching and training comes from passages like Ephesians 6:12 "The Army of the Lord".
The Full Armor of God
"11Put on the full armor of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil. 12For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places. 13Therefore, take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm.…"
