Why Average American Patriot?
Where it began...
I don't remember how old I was when my father first taught me about firearms, firearm safety, etc. I know I was very young, and learning how to shoot wasn't just something fun, it was a necessity.
My dad was a military veteran of 3 branches of service; the US Navy, the US Air Force, and the US Army.
However, that isn't where his service began.
My father, the son of a retired US Army grunt stationed in the P.I., was a teen when the nation where he was living was invaded, on December 8, 1941, ten hours after the attack on Pearl Harbor. He saw horrors I can't imagine, and watched helplessly as my grandfather was put into the Santo Thomas Internment Camp.
Suddenly, at 13, my father became the man of the house, responsible for his 3 year old brother, his new born sister and his mother who was in a battle with late onset polio. The gregarious character that he was, he came into his own during the occupation, scrounging, taking care of his family and his interned father, and putting his life on the line against his oppressors. My dad became a citizen soldier, running intel for the Americans in his father's camp and the U.S./Philippine resistance, reporting on Japanese activity, etc.
After the liberation, my father joined the Navy. After the Navy, my father joined the Air Force. After retiring from the Air Force, my father went to Viet Nam as a "civilian with rank" of Lt. Colonel in the U.S. Army.
At 5' 7", growth limited probably to malnutrition, I like to say that my dad was more John Wayne than John Wayne. He protected his family, smuggled food in to his father, and went above and beyond in a time of crisis.
He was a man who loved and served his country.
He loved his nation's traditions and history and often spoke about John Paul Jones, or Patrick Henry,
and other patriots of the Revolutionary War.
and other patriots of the Revolutionary War.
He was my hero.
But, to him, he was just another average American doing what had to be done.
My dad was the epitome of an Average American Patriot.
My dad, circa 1945
Upon escaping on a raft made from a garage door and getting his mother and siblings to safety, he joined the U.S. Navy.
Upon completing his Navy commitment, he joined the Air Force.
In 1969, at the age of 41, he retired to enjoy time with his wife and twin sons.
His retirement was short lived. He was offered and accepted a contract position as Civilian with Rank of Lt. Colonel, US Army
Upon his death...
Bill Logan was my father in law.
Here he is wearing a shirt I created in support of the 2A and against the infringements by California.
This is Sgt. Bill Logan, LA County Sheriff Retired, formerly of the US Army
This is Sgt. Bill Logan, LA County Sheriff Retired, formerly of the US Army
He was an Average American Patriot.
This sign was displayed in his shop.
Out shooting with my son.
Industry Day at the Range with the The Faithful Sportsman
Below is work I contributed to a major release 2A documentary.
