About William Edward Killgore
My parents being both loving and concerned for my subsequent welfare sent me off to the McCallie School in Chattanooga at the age of fourteen. This was not a remedial or disciplinary move on their part for McCallie was suppose to give me an educational advantage and prepare me for a successful future. It represented a substantial financial sacrifice on their part and required an even more strenuous effort on mine. I graduated after three years and according to one of my favorite professors in a note to my parents had become one of the best well-rounded students; good athlete, decent student and commissioned officer in the military program. I was convinced that I would go to Auburn, earn a degree in engineering, and serve as an officer in the Marine Corps.
Hello Auburn! I managed to earn the engineering degree but for the most part the Lovliest Village on the Plains was just that - one hell of a party. The only thing that I truly excelled in was the NROTC Program in which I was a midshipman lieutenant commanding the Drill Team. I spent the greater part of my four years there courting my future wife who was able to convince me that the military was not in my best interests, or rather, hers. I was commissioned as a Naval Officer upon graduation and sent to the Little Creek Amphibious Base and subsequently to the USS Suffolk County (LST-1173). Reporting aboard I was assigned as a Deck Division Officer and within six months was the Deck and Gunnery Department Head. I truly enjoyed the assignment and the responsibility; made two deployments to the Carribbean; qualified as a Task Force Officer of the Deck within several months; earned the respect of the 5th Battalion, 2nd Marines; and, played football on the PhibLant Football Champions Afloat Team.
Going back to visit after serving my two years I was greeted on the quarter deck by a new ensign who called me a legend in my own time. I couldn't help but recall it may have had something to do with my mistakenly ordering a landing craft into the Admiral's Landing and disrupting a lawn party being given by the Admiral's wife. My backside still hurts! Hurricane relief efforts to Haiti got me out of Guantanamo just in time. And all of that was after the Captain had already threatened to make me a 'liberty risk'.
Now I'm writing this with the perspective of over fifty years; fifteen years in the agricultural industry, twenty-five years in the concrete construction industry, primarily running ready-mix plants; and finally, a successful career and retirement in law enforcement which included ten years as a mounted police officer with the Calhoun County Sheriff serving as a reserve officer over forty hours per month.
My most pleasurable rememberances would have to include the loyalty and support given by my second wife Jennifer when she said, "Do whatever you think is right, I support you 100%". So, I quit my real job to go to the Gulf Coast and work for Black Water and help out with the Hurricane Katrina Relief Efforts, and subsequently was awarded law enforcement's Meritorious Medal. This set the stage for employment with the Anniston Army Depot's Guard Force guarding the Chemical Incinerator that I had helped to construct.
God has a purpose and destiny for each of us! All we have to do is give him the opportunity to take command and work through us. For some, it takes longer to realize this than for others.