My Story
My name is Jeffrey Locke. I was born in McAllen, Texas, just a stone’s throw from the border of Mexico. I have three brothers and three sisters. When I was three, our parents passed away due to medical issues. We were sent to the Rio Grande Children’s Home in the Rio Grande Valley. It was a good place to grow up, where we were cared for by loving Christian house parents.
As we grew older, we eventually went our separate ways. One brother and a few brothers-in-law joined the Air Force. Others went into the corporate world or blue-collar jobs. We’ve always stayed close—we have family reunions every two years and talk often on the phone, sometimes daily.
When I was 14, a couple from Michigan, Dan and Lori Blair, came to work at the children’s home. They worked on the farm where we had dairy cows, pigs, and steers. I loved working there and they taught me how to care for animals and agriculture in general. We became close, and to this day I call them Mom and Dad. A few years later they moved back to Michigan, and six months after that I followed them. They were a loving Christian couple with five children of their own—and then I made six.
I graduated from Delton Kellogg High School in 1982. Soon after, I moved back to Texas and bummed around for about a year until my brother Ron, who was in the Air Force, talked to me about the opportunities in the service. I had always wanted to join the military but hadn’t really thought much about it. In the summer of 1983, I went to Lackland AFB in Texas for Basic Military Training. Eight weeks later, I was sent to Chanute AFB in Illinois for four months of technical school to become an Aerospace Ground Equipment Technician. We maintained the equipment aircraft mechanics used to service their planes.
I was stationed at Dyess AFB, Texas, and later at Incirlik AB, Turkey. I served from August 17, 1983, to May 1989. I enjoyed all the opportunities the Air Force gave me, including traveling to 12 different countries in Europe. During this time, I got married (now divorced) and eventually left the military. I’m not even sure why I got out, but I did.
Afterward, I worked a few odd jobs before starting as a truck driver for Central Freight Lines. I retired 34 years later with Arkansas Best Freightways, having driven 2.7 million miles safely without a single accident—something I’m very proud of. Along the way, I had two children, a boy and a girl, who have since blessed me with seven grandchildren and one more on the way.
While stationed in Turkey, I met Roxanne. She was TDY from Upper Heyford, England, and she became the love of my life. As life would have it, we lost touch, but 24 years later we met again and eventually got married—the best decision of my life. Roxanne has two sons, now grown, so together we are a family of four. After I retired from trucking, we moved back to Michigan. I drove a school bus for a year, but it wasn’t for me. Now I’m happily retired.
I never attended college, though I wish I had. I could have used my time in the military more wisely. Still, I talk to young people about the opportunities the military provides. I tell them, “Three hots and a cot—and they even pay you to learn a trade while you figure out what you want to do with your life.”
Brotherhood is something that means a lot to me. In the military, you join a brotherhood. Whether male or female, you share a bond—a relationship built on trust and having each other’s backs. That bond lasts a lifetime. I still talk to many I served with, and just last weekend five of us met up in Indiana. We laughed, cried, and remembered the ones we’ve lost along the way.
Later, when I lived in New Mexico, I was a volunteer firefighter and EMT. That was also a brotherhood. Just like in the military, we trusted each other with our lives. I had a great partner in the fire service, Jennifer Lou—we always had each other’s backs.
Now, in retirement, I’m busier than ever, which helps keep me young. I enjoy hunting, fishing, and tinkering with old Coleman lanterns and lawnmowers. My grandkids keep me on my toes, especially when we go fishing and hunting together. We haven’t caught the “big one” yet, but the little ones keep things fun at the local fishing hole down the road.
In closing, I believe that in life we all have regrets—things we wish we’d done and things we’re grateful we did do. That about sums up my life. Good or bad, it’s what we live with. I’ve been blessed and I love sharing those blessings with the people I love.
God bless,
Jeffrey Locke