Young,+Chuck

6141 Aspinall Road Oakland, CA 94611 510-339-2318 young.chuck@comcast.net
 * Chuck Young**

**1969:**Upon completion of 2 years of college at WSU and SVC I entered the U.S. Air Force as an Aviation Cadet, attending classes at James Connolly AFB, Waco, Texas.Graduated as a navigator and was assigned to the 552nd Aircraft Early Warning and Control Wing, McClellan AFB, where I remained until my separation in Sept. 1968.While with the Air Force I logged 4600 hours of flying time making 4 trips to South East Asia being credited with 85 combat support missions in the area of North Viet Nam and being awarded four clusters to the Air Medal.I have returned to college to complete my degree in Business Administration specializing in marketing.As for my private life, I was married for 3 years which ended in Jan. 1969 with no children.

 **1979:** On the weekend of the reunion Sandra and I will have been married eleven and one-half months. It took me long enough to take the dive a second time, but I'm glad. It's been great! As for what I've been doing the last 10 years it starts off with my graduating from college (Sacramento State) in June 1970. I searched for a job during that summer and finally went back to work for ole Uncle Sam. In February 1971 I was advised that I had been selected for training as a "Sky Marshall." It was great during the six months it lasted. Then, I became a "Treasury Agent." I've worked as a Special Agent with the U.S. Customs Service since October 1971. With the service I've been to the 1972 Democratic and Republican Conventions in Miami, Florida; then in 1976 with Jimmy Carter. Well, anyway, I've had some fun in the last couple of years. Anyway, it's gone fast. So much for my 10 years. If things work themselves out for Sandra and me we will be at the reunion with bells on.

 **1999:**I’m retired and tired most of the time.I still can’t understand how I found time to work.With all the things to do, and do, and do, work just got in the way.It was nice to get paid (government worker, you know) each month, but it was still tiring to get up, get dressed and go to an office.Don’t get me wrong, the work was good and satisfying, U.S. Customs Special Agent (Investigator); however, on the other hand, it was work.I still think that it could have been better if I was self-employed like Ray Bloom in a job of building roads and barriers and shelters and whatever he builds.  I do have things that keep me busy:four pieces of real estate in this area and three beautiful children.My oldest, Victoria, is 13, beautiful, smart, and plays most of the year on a really good travelling volleyball team from Berkeley, CA.Alexander, my 11 year-old son, is a whole lot of work as most boys are.He’s spending 2 weeks of this summer in the Black Hills of So. Dakota with my older brother and his wife.His children are grown and have their own families so he’s taken it upon himself to see if he can do anything with Alex.Alex is a good golfer like his father and I know that one day he'll be better than me.I've been giving him golf lessons and maybe that's the reason he and I are fighting all the time.It's not as bad as I'm making it, but he is a pistol.  My number 3 child, Sarah, is 8 going on 16.She’s beautiful, smart and sharp.What is it about the third child?Do they learn from the others’ mistakes?Anyway, she’s going to inherit my estate, what’s left, and give it to the other two as needed.I know it will be in good hands.Sarah had a swim meet last night and took three first places.When I was on the MV school team with Ray, I wasn’t that good.As a diver, I only needed to swim to the side of the pool.I have only one complaint with Sarah.She’s a blonde and at times, all the blonde jokes fit her to a tee.Her mother (yes, my ex-wife number 3) has to keep reminding her of where her things are.She puts her things away and then forgets where she put them.Kind of sounds like me.  Just a little about me:After I fought and won the war, Viet Nam that is, I returned a decorated hero with 50 Migs shot down and 14 Purple Heart medals.When I sat with President Lyndon Johnson and all of those generals at Korat Air Base, Thailand and explained my exploits, they were impressed.You know he was a big guy with really big hands.  Regarding the wounds, the doctors were surprised that I survived with so much loss of blood.Strong and handsome, I told them, was what kept me going.I knew that sooner or later, help would arrive on that island that I had landed on.The natives were great.They took great care of my wounds and allowed me to stay in the chief’s house where I was looked after by his four teenage daughters.They insisted that I rest and get well with all four at my side.I struggled to maintain my dignity and did a pretty good job of it.I’m not going to divulge any secrets of how I survived, but I was rescued a happy man with fourteen children calling me “Daddy.”The war was hell, but someone had to take charge and do the right thing.  Serving my country is all that I was asked, and serve I did.From October 1962 to the end, I did what I was asked, better than the next guy, I might add.I’m not bragging, but I was “hell on wheels.”“Rambo” is the name that was suggested by my buddies, but I felt that was a little too much.Instead, I took the name “Prof,” which better described my inner feelings.I was their leader, all two hundred of them, and they needed someone to look up to.I guess that everyone needs someone in times like that.Shooting going on all around us was a day-to-day event.They would look to me for support and the next thing you know they’d be back doing their job they had been taught.  At the age of 58, I guess I’ve had my share of ups and downs.But, I’ve come to realize that the only thing that matters in life is your family.I live for my children, and I hope that I spend another 50 years with them.My job at this time is to travel and take my children everywhere.  Forty years is a long time, but boy, did it go fast.If only I had known 40 years ago that I would be sitting at this machine writing on a computer that was only a dream, I’d be a millionaire many times over.Funny thing, though, with all I know today, and with all of my ex-wives, and all the money I’ve lost or spent, I’d not change a thing.I mean it.As I said, I realize that family is everything.And, they are wonderful.

**2014 obituary**  JULY 14, 1941 - MAY 30, 2014 Oakland, CA. Charles C. Young, 72, was a deeply beloved father, brother, son and uncle, who passed away on Friday, May 30, with his loving family of four by his side; children, Victoria, Alexander and Sarah and Lori Young. Born in Colorado on July 14, 1941 to Gene and Dolores Young, the second oldest of their three children. Chuck served his country during the Vietnam War as a navigator in the United States Air Force, and he continued his professional career as a Special Agent with the United States Customs Division until his retirement in 1996. For the past 35 years, Chuck has resided in Montclair, Oakland, but has extensively traveled the world with each of his three children and close friends. Chuck enjoyed spending time on the golf course, scuba diving and watching the sunrise. Chuck was compassionate and selfless and lived for his children, warming the hearts of everyone who knew him. Predeceased by his mother, Dolores Young, Chuck will be mourned and eternally missed by his three children with Lori Young, his father, Gene Young; his brother, Gene Young Jr. with wife, Pamela and his brother, Donald Young with wife Norma. 