I was a USMC draftee serving on Okinawa keeping our country safe from ladies of the evening. Was thanking my lucky stars that I didn't end up in Nam as so many draftees did. As a matter of fact, I remember thinking when I got drafted into the Marines in 68, Viet Nam here I come.
Resist much, obey little. Walt Whitman
I was back in Vietnam, this time as a Pilot flying Hueys, I had been there before as a Combat Medic. I decided that the Infantry way was just a lot of miserable work, not for a smart guy like me. Nope, easy aviating was for me.
I was in I CORPS Quang Nam Province Vietnam for first six month and sixteen days of 1969.
15 years old and seeing just how much trouble I could get into. I turned 16 late in the year, and found out the family alpha male could still lay waste to my best laid plans. Big Daddy Incorporated ruled the roost until I was out and about, on my own. We always seemed to butt heads, but what I didn't know until later in life, was that he was proud as punch when I joined the military.
Children, pets, and slaves get taken care of. Free Men take care of themselves.
When Democracy turns to Tyranny
I still plan to vote.
I was 10 and at summer camp in the vicinity of Las Vegas, New Mexico. My best friend got baptized. I didn't.