John H MacDonaldTo begin with, I am an army brat. I was born in Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. My sister was born in the same room eighteen months later. Our life was a constant road trip from one post to the next. I began my education in Stuttgart, Germany. On the trip o Germany, we took on an ocean liner across the Atlantic. When we entered the English Channel, the waves were so strong it rocked the ship from side to side, you can look at one side and see nothing but the sky and look up the other sky and see a dark green ocean. Everyone on board was seasick but still, when we docked, I didn't want to get off the ship. We saw whales and dolphins and I really enjoyed the journey. Then we took a train all the way to Germany. Again, I did not want to disembark. We spent three years there and traveled all over Europe. I saw the Swiss Alps. I saw Belgium, Amsterdam was a city that I really enjoyed visiting. And we even drove through Paris. Then it was time to get back to the States. Another 13-day journey, from there we were stationed all over the US from coast to coast and I enjoyed traveling and got to see the US'smost beautiful places. My father retired in time for me to graduate high school after three years was the same group of kids. I applied for West Point but was not chosen and went to the University of Missouri, mainly to continue my ROTC career. In high school I was battalion commander, a colonel rank number three in the Kansas City area and I went to college to pursue a career as an army officer. I applied for a scholarship but only got a scholarship for the junior and senior years and I did not make it. The money ran out. So, I had to quit college and find a job. I went to so many different occupations and then I had a motorcycle wreck in 2002. It left me in a coma for 21 days. When I awakened, my life had completely changed. It took me about eighteen months to find my voice and my books of poetry. And here I am waiting for my next book to be published. Read More Read Less