My dad served through three wars so he taught me to be concerned about preparedness & self-sufficiency.
I was reading well by the age of seven and my father had given me all his books, and most importantly his USN Bluejackets Manual from World War II.
I learned everything about military life from how to talk on the telephone properly, who was who, what positions to shoot a rifle from, how to clear your machine gun, how to identify ammunition, handling of powder charges and incendiary ammunition.
The most exciting was small boat handling, navigation, flags and signaling, morse code, aircraft identification, naval architecture, the names of every bit of a ship or aircraft, the tying of every useful knot.
And everything about survival under harsh conditions.
By 1962 we were called Cub Scouts, and they actually taught us to camp & shoot back in those days! At least our troop did as we were sponsored by the Air Force families. I’ve been training to survive since I was nine years old. There was an awful lot of camping during my formative years. We camped in the mountains, we camped in the woods and we camped in the desert.
As kids we were building Bomb shelters and forts & tree houses out in the desert of junk scavenged from the Air Force. We were kids watching Combat on TV, building fake machine guns and hand grenades, and training for World War II again, because we had no idea what was actually coming. (Vietnam)
My dad was the type, with the Mk2 combat knife under the seat of his four-wheel-drive. Engineer boots, leather bomber jacket and a fatigue hat. Air Force survival school and three tours of overseas duty. Loaded rifle in the closet with a cleaning kit and extra ammo.
Dad could fix an International Harvester or an IBM computer. I took after him in all that. I didn’t get a commendation letter from Congress for my programming on the anti-ballistic missile system, but he did.
But when the Star Wars program died, he retired and came to live in the desert. I’ve pretty much been a desert dweller ever since.
And since the communist takeover of America began back in the Obama years, I have been stocking up on everything useful.
I am thankfully 99.9% convinced that I will never have to use a single bullet in anger or fear.
But I do keep them on hand, and in many assorted flavors.