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My dad's name is Jason H. Schumacher, but many people know him as SGT. Jason H Schumacher. He is not only a dad to me, but a soldier and veteran in the United States Army. He has been to Afghanistan, Panama, and a few other places of the United States boarders. That normal for him and us though, because he has been doing that for my entire life and his. Let me start from the beginning.
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When I was really little my parents separated. It really didn’t affect me too much at the age, because I was too young to know what was going on. So for a long time I was living between houses, and then when I started to get older, I could kind of figure out what was going on. The reason I went house to house was so both of my parents had a change to see me. It wasn’t easy on me or my parents, but it was just how it was. All I know is when I was with my dad, we never ceased to have a good time.

When I was about ten years old, my dad and I went out to the shooting range to do some shooting. He brought his Remington 270 so that I could practice shooting a high powered rifle and I was dying to shoot it. The first time I shot it I was pretty nervous because I had never shot a caliber of that size before. We sat and I probably put about 30 or 40 rounds through it in the course of the day. Then my dad told me it was time to go, but I was not ready. So I told him I had to shoot it just one more time, so I did. That was the one shot that got me. I put my head a little to close to the scope and when pulled the trigger I felt a sharp sting on my four head. I turned out that I got hit by the scope right between the eyes, a perfect head shot. Although I might have gotten a little scrape on my four head, it was still a good time.

Later in life at about 14 years old my dad turned into my own personal trainer for wrestling and football. I don’t thing it is possible for anyone to get worked as hard as he worked me. Some days the exercised were so vigorous that it felt like my body was going to fall apart. It was alright though because in his eyes it was only building character. He would always tell me everything was always 80 percent mental. He also thought it was funny, but I never did. My dad and I have always been like that though. We are like more best friends then anything. He being my dad is just an excellent plus.

For as long as I can remember my dad and I have been like best friend. When ever we are together we are always laughing and messing around like best friends. Some days we would get mad at each other, but that was never a very big deal because we would always laugh it off with in minutes. That was always a good thing too because then there was never really anything to worry about as far as staying mad at each other. I remember one day when my dad and I were out and a about running some errands we had gotten in an argument and we were over it with in seconds, and the cashier looked at as with an unconsciously weird look on her face. We just looked at her and said that is just how we are.

I remember the day the he told me he was going toAfghanistan. I was really surprised when he told me that because it was really unexpected. I couldn’t help to be happy for him, but sad at the same time because he was going to be gone for a long time. It was hard at first when he left, but as the year went on. I got use to it. The year went by really fast and before I knew it he was home. When he got home it took some getting use to having him around again, but after a little bit everything got back to normal again.

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