Yesterday I wrote about how others felt about and reacted to veterans' day. In doing so, I ignored the stuff I wrote the day before about writing about yourself.
I joined the Army in 1975. Having seen the care given to my father in law, a retired Sargent, I decided to join. I had good scores on my entrance tests and had a choice between interpreter school or medic school. I thought that the medic training would be more useful in the real world than interpreting, so I chose to become a medic.
Basic training was really hard on me because I was so much older than all the other recruits. I was 23 when I joined the army and most of the others in my training platoon were barely 18. More tomorrow.
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