I wasn't the kind of kid that had posters up in his room of all of his heroes. In fact, when I think back to my childhood I'm hard pressed to come up with any one person that I idolised or wanted to be. I didn't seriously want to be a police officer or firefighter, I didn't idolise George Bell (though I did have a weakness for Mike Palmateer), and I wasn't a huge fan of any music celebrities - I distinctly remember confusing George Michael with Don Johnson.
The only notable exception to this was a character on a show that ran from 1987 to 1990. It was the first show to 'address' the American war in Vietnam. His name was Sgt. Zeke Anderson
and I remember thinking that I would grow up to be exactly like him. It wasn't that I hoped I would be like him because I knew
I would definately, without a doubt, grow up to be a tough Sergeant in the American army fighting the Vietnamese. I liked him because he was tough and brave and smart and (I would still maintain this) we look remarkably similar.
At any rate, it was Sgt. Zeke Anderson that was the reason for my joining the army when I was 26 days shy of my 17th birthday. I didn't know it at the time but I'm certain that he played a very deep psychological role in my decision.