May God bless you and your...
In March 1983 I walked into the Fairbanks Armory, "by the Tank" on 2nd Street, looking for a recruiter. I ran into a big, Really Big, 1SG who looked down at me, smiled and told me I was in the right place. He then directed me across the hall. Twelve days later I swore into the Alaska Army National Guard and 1SG Clancy Borjesson was standing in the background.
My first few drills were primarily brushing up on old skills and learning new ones. More than once I would sense someone behind...
Michael Albertson
April 29, 2010 | Fairbanks, AK


