Some time around the middle of June 1970 I got a wild hair stuck up my butt. amercia's invasion of Vietnam was in full swing and I knew my number was about to come up and so being one of those brain washed patriotic fools I decided to join up.
I was a green still wet behind the ears boy and did I ever have a lot to learn. Basic Training whipped my ass. The drill sergeant and I just never did see eye to eye. So needless to say I spent lots of time doing KP. But finally Basic was over and then I was off to AIT. My MOS was originally to be Broadcasting but some how I ended up training for the Military Police. Actually everything went well though AIT and I graduated as a PFC.
I was off to Fitzsimmons General Hospital in Aurora Colorado. Was I ever in for a shock. Fitzsimmons was an amputee hospital. Better said it was a place where the Army dumped soldiers that were torn apart. I still recall the empty eyes. The young empty guys with the hollow empty eyes.
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