I joined the Canadian navy by way of the Regular Officer Training Plan (ROTP) in 1971 and subsequently served my four year commitment in the Maritime Surface & Sub-Surface Operations branch (MARS), before joining the federal public service at National Defence Headquarters in 1978.
Me as Sub-Lieutenant (Navy), equivalent to a jg in the US, 1975.
Other than a few snapshots left over from my earliest naval days which you can find here, I don't have any other surviving pictures of myself in the navy that I know of, but I do have a few from my army reserve years. Long story, but I actually served an additional 7 years after transferring from the Supplementary Reserve List to the Primary Reserves in 1989. After appropriate retraining, I became a fully-qualified Logistics (Transport) officer, Combat Service Support Officer, and a graduate of the Militia Command & Staff Course (MCSC) at Fort Frontenac (Kingston ON). I tried to hang on as long as possible, but I had to abandon all that a year short of earning the CD long service medal because of advancing renal failure.
Among other things, I had occasion to command a company, was aide-de-camp to a provincial Lieutenant Governor, member of the Directing Staff on several junior officer staff courses, member of a Reserve Officer Selection Board, a team captain and frequent competitor in military shooting competitions, brigade public information spokesman, staff officer in a brigade HQ (G3 Logistics, G4 Transport, G4 Plans and G4 Operations), regimental liaison officer embedded with an Emergency Measures Organization headqarters during the largest aid to the civil power operation ever mounted by the Canadian Forces, and PMC of a combined regular and reserve garrison officers' mess. In the course of my duties as a full-time staff officer, I was the sole real and exercise logistics planner for the first ever division level summer reserve concentration that combined field deployment with a computer-assisted operational scenario in 1997.
By the time I could have served overseas in peace-making operations in the mid-90s, I was unable to do so because of a medical category related to my kidney disease. Instead, I filled in for officers who did go. So, in 11 years of service, the closest I ever came to a shooting war was being aboard a destroyer escort in the Pacific that was ordered to assist in the rescue of refugees during the fall of Saigon in the spring of 1975.
Me as Officer Commanding Transport Company, 32 (Moncton) Service Battalion, 1991.
Member of the Directing Staff, Militia officer staff course held at Land Forces Atlantic Area Headquarters in Halifax, circa 1991. I'm in the middle of the front row.
Another Militia Officer Staff Course, held at Camp Aldershot (Nova Scotia) circa 1992. That's me at the right in the front row. I commanded the advance party and then was an instructor and syndicate leader.
I'm proud of my service, but seriously, none of this is of any significance whatever compared to those who were actually required to be in areas where they could be shot at or blown up by IED's.