This will be called either War and Peace, or A Part in History; I’m not sure yet.

As a hobby, I’m learning the art of storytelling by iterating a narrative memoir.

I’m Jason Partin.

My biologic father is Edward Grady Partin Junior, a former federal convict and high school dropout who became a Louisiana public defense attorney, and my grandfather was Edward Grady Partin Senior, the Baton Rouge Teamster leader famous for infiltrating Jimmy Hoffa’s inner circle and sending Hoffa to federal prison; he’s portrayed in every film about Hoffa, and every book about Hoffa and meaningful book about Bobby Kennedy; he, too, was a convicted felon.

I’m the first Partin male to graduate high school and not go to prison yet (though there’s still time).

This narrative memoir is centered around my grandfather’s 1990 funeral, when I was a 17 year old high school wrestler for the Belaire High Bengals, and battling Hillary Clinton, the three-time undefeated state champion at 145 pounds. The story ends a year later, at the final battle of the first Gulf war, when my team captured Khamisiya airport and I was an 18 year old, 191 pound paratrooper assigned to anti-tank platoon #4, Delta Company, 1st Battalion, 504th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division.

The story is a coming-of-age memoir about growth, teamwork, and nature versus nurture.

Like life, this is a work in progress; constructive feedback is appreciated.

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