Now this handsome stud is non
other than yours truly. Nathan W. Boisvert. Don't worry about
what the W stands for, because that is something that I will
never reveal of my own free will. To start off with I was born in
Camp Hill, Pennsylvania, to Linda Jean Farrell and Walter Arthur
Boisvert. After being on this earth for 8 years my parents split,
which is probably the reason I am such a screwed up individual
today!!! Anyway, I went to Central Dauphin East High School (GO
PANTHERS,) where I studied and graduated the required college
preporatory classes. After graduation I realized that, at this
time in my life, I did not want to go to college, so I decided to
take a shot at the military. I went to my recruiter and told him
I wanted in and he showed me all the neat little jobs I could be
doing, like interpretor and special forces. Now, they both
sounded like great ideas so I asked him what kind of schooling I
would need for them, and he proceeded to inform me that the
interpretor was about a year in length and special forces was
about 6 months. Now, having already decided against going to
college, I was not really in the mood to go to either one of
these schools. So I looked a little more and came up with the
bright idea of being a tanker. "What is a tanker?", you
say. That is what I wanted to know. I have found it to be the
best job in the military if you have to be in a combat unit . I
am on board the M1A1 Abrams Main Battle Tank as its Tank
Commander. It is the safest place on the battlefield. I am inside
a 68 ton piece of armor that even the best weapons on our enemies
cannot get through!! You cannot beat that. So I went through
basic training and loving some and hating the rest. After getting
through basic I went to Frieburg, Germany. I was assigned to
Alpha Company, 4th Battalion, 67th Regiment. Right away I liked
the people that I was working with and started to have fun. I
went through the first year of my tour there without getting sent
anywhere but gunnery and a couple of field problems. My second
year I was told that I was being assigned to Delta Company and
going to Bosnia with IFOR. At first it did not sound like
something I wanted to do but it ended up not being too bad. I
liked my new platoon even better than my first and got to be
really good friends with a lot of guys. We stayed for about 9
months not knowing when we were going to be heading back. Then
about August of '96 we were told that we would be heading back in
September. We were all delighted of course until one of the best
men I have ever known suffered a fatal heart attack. We were all
too stunned for words. If you have never had a person who you
would trust your life with die unexpectedly then you would not
understand. This, of course, put a damper on our excitement over
going back. We ended up redeploying back to Germany in September
right on schedule. Once back there, those of us who had not been
given R&R in Bosnia were told that we could take it. At the
same time I was told that I could have a slot in one of the
classes that teach you how to be a leader. Well, I of course took
it and got promoted to the rank of Sergeant in November of '96.
After that I was sent to Fort Knox, Kentucky to be in the 16th
Calvalry Regiment, providing world class support to all the
training units on post. I am still here today!!!!
Now this handsome stud is non
other than yours truly. Nathan W. Boisvert. Don't worry about
what the W stands for, because that is something that I will
never reveal of my own free will. To start off with I was born in
Camp Hill, Pennsylvania, to Linda Jean Farrell and Walter Arthur
Boisvert. After being on this earth for 8 years my parents split,
which is probably the reason I am such a screwed up individual
today!!! Anyway, I went to Central Dauphin East High School (GO
PANTHERS,) where I studied and graduated the required college
preporatory classes. After graduation I realized that, at this
time in my life, I did not want to go to college, so I decided to
take a shot at the military. I went to my recruiter and told him
I wanted in and he showed me all the neat little jobs I could be
doing, like interpretor and special forces. Now, they both
sounded like great ideas so I asked him what kind of schooling I
would need for them, and he proceeded to inform me that the
interpretor was about a year in length and special forces was
about 6 months. Now, having already decided against going to
college, I was not really in the mood to go to either one of
these schools. So I looked a little more and came up with the
bright idea of being a tanker. "What is a tanker?", you
say. That is what I wanted to know. I have found it to be the
best job in the military if you have to be in a combat unit . I
am on board the M1A1 Abrams Main Battle Tank as its Tank
Commander. It is the safest place on the battlefield. I am inside
a 68 ton piece of armor that even the best weapons on our enemies
cannot get through!! You cannot beat that. So I went through
basic training and loving some and hating the rest. After getting
through basic I went to Frieburg, Germany. I was assigned to
Alpha Company, 4th Battalion, 67th Regiment. Right away I liked
the people that I was working with and started to have fun. I
went through the first year of my tour there without getting sent
anywhere but gunnery and a couple of field problems. My second
year I was told that I was being assigned to Delta Company and
going to Bosnia with IFOR. At first it did not sound like
something I wanted to do but it ended up not being too bad. I
liked my new platoon even better than my first and got to be
really good friends with a lot of guys. We stayed for about 9
months not knowing when we were going to be heading back. Then
about August of '96 we were told that we would be heading back in
September. We were all delighted of course until one of the best
men I have ever known suffered a fatal heart attack. We were all
too stunned for words. If you have never had a person who you
would trust your life with die unexpectedly then you would not
understand. This, of course, put a damper on our excitement over
going back. We ended up redeploying back to Germany in September
right on schedule. Once back there, those of us who had not been
given R&R in Bosnia were told that we could take it. At the
same time I was told that I could have a slot in one of the
classes that teach you how to be a leader. Well, I of course took
it and got promoted to the rank of Sergeant in November of '96.
After that I was sent to Fort Knox, Kentucky to be in the 16th
Calvalry Regiment, providing world class support to all the
training units on post. I am still here today!!!!
