The members of the armed services of America are some of the finest people in the world. In the late 1960s and early 1970s, this wasn’t always the prevailing expression. As an eighteen-year-old teen, I was asked to fight a war on the other side of the world or I could flee. I chose to fight. I was marching and being gassed in protest of the Vietnam War one weekend and siting in a navy boot camp three days later, where I learned how to march correctly and was gassed again. From day 1, I saw and felt the surrealness of the situation. I couldn’t help but keep a journal. Through boot camp, I kept most of the journal with the yeoman. He kept them in a file in the COs office.
This is my story, and I’m sticking with it.
I hope you enjoy the adventure.
