My Air Force Story
HUMBLE BEGINNINGS
It was the night of 29th March 1979, and so my mother told me, when her second child came out to this world while my father was so excited waiting outside the delivery room of AFP Medical Center. Dad told me that from that delivery room, he never lost sight of his first son and followed the nurses until the baby was brought to the Nursery, eagerly monitoring every activity up to the time the tag was attached naming me as ‘baby boy Brotonel’. I am CPT BRYAN BISCOCHO BROTONEL O-14294 PAF and this is the Humble Beginnings of My Air Force Story.
The sight and sounds of planes and helicopters is very familiar to me because I grew up in an Air Force Base with my father being an Enlisted man of the Philippine Air Force, my mother as a regular employee of an insurance company in Makati and my two siblings, I being the middle child. We lived a simple life at Airmen’s Village of then Nichols Air Base, Pasay City and I can say that it was really simple because we didn’t have a home of our own, only renting part of the house of a retired PAF personnel.
I didn’t know my father was a soldier because I never saw him wear a uniform. It was only later that I realized why, my father was assigned with the PAF Intelligence and we were not really properly indoctrinated about the nature of his job. Later in life when I was around seven years old, I had that first glimpse of my dad wearing his olive green Battle Dress Attire leaving and coming home with the same uniform. From then on I knew that my father is a soldier and maybe that was also the start of my subconscious influence in military life.
With the humble life that we had, my parents enrolled me to a kindergarten school just within the base and I can still remember the phrase I said during kindergarten graduation, “When I grow up, I want to be a pilot.” I didn’t realize, that statement would somewhat be related to what the future holds for me. And so life went on, my parents really value the importance
It was the night of 29th March 1979, and so my mother told me, when her second child came out to this world while my father was so excited waiting outside the delivery room of AFP Medical Center. Dad told me that from that delivery room, he never lost sight of his first son and followed the nurses until the baby was brought to the Nursery, eagerly monitoring every activity up to the time the tag was attached naming me as ‘baby boy Brotonel’. I am CPT BRYAN BISCOCHO BROTONEL O-14294 PAF and this is the Humble Beginnings of My Air Force Story.
The sight and sounds of planes and helicopters is very familiar to me because I grew up in an Air Force Base with my father being an Enlisted man of the Philippine Air Force, my mother as a regular employee of an insurance company in Makati and my two siblings, I being the middle child. We lived a simple life at Airmen’s Village of then Nichols Air Base, Pasay City and I can say that it was really simple because we didn’t have a home of our own, only renting part of the house of a retired PAF personnel.
I didn’t know my father was a soldier because I never saw him wear a uniform. It was only later that I realized why, my father was assigned with the PAF Intelligence and we were not really properly indoctrinated about the nature of his job. Later in life when I was around seven years old, I had that first glimpse of my dad wearing his olive green Battle Dress Attire leaving and coming home with the same uniform. From then on I knew that my father is a soldier and maybe that was also the start of my subconscious influence in military life.
With the humble life that we had, my parents enrolled me to a kindergarten school just within the base and I can still remember the phrase I said during kindergarten graduation, “When I grow up, I want to be a pilot.” I didn’t realize, that statement would somewhat be related to what the future holds for me. And so life went on, my parents really value the importance