I was nineteen years old....and if anyone's life was adrift it was mine. I had no goals....no responsibilities....and no discipline whatsoever. In high school....we all had at least one meeting with a guidance counselor. He asked me what I wanted to do in life....and I told him that I wanted to go to Northwestern to study journalism. I would have as much a chance to get in that school as a dog....maybe less. He told me that writers were a dime a dozen....but he would have had my transcript in front of him.
I did what a lot of young men did at the time....the summer of 1969....I went down to the Federal Building in Pittsburgh to talk to recruiters....any recruiters....and I took a test. The army recruiter told me about the Army Security Agency....a four year enlistment....that required a background investigation for a top secret clearance. My friend's father was the Chief of Police....and another friend's grandfather was the mayor....who lived across the street. Maybe for that reason I said....yes....sign me up.
So I took that oath on September 19, 1969 and headed to Fort Dix, New Jersey. I posted the following ten years ago....about that day....
"Most of the guys were directed to buses with a final destination of Fort Jackson, South Carolina but Harry W. and I were on another bus headed to Pittsburgh International Airport to catch a flight to Philly. Walking around the airport, I still did not feel like I was in the Army. Harry W. was a wonderful guy who resembled Drew Carey only not as good looking, was only a little taller than Danny DeVito and had a bad case of acne. The stewardesses were very pretty and Harry W. was really putting on the moves. The ladies were literally falling all over him...and ignoring me. Now what was wrong with this picture? I figured that personality must have something to do with this girl thing and that maybe I should try to get one...never did though. We arrived in Philly and followed directions once again to a limousine that would take us to Fort Dix, New Jersey... one long-haired hippie type and a short, balding one who had a way with the girls."
We were told to go into the building....a three story brick....pick a room....and pick a cot. I picked the first room and the first cot. The next morning at 5:30 AM....the lights came on....and simultaneously the Drill Sergeant picked up the end of my cot....and tossed me onto the floor. Welcome to the army. I drank milk....and ate liver....and had no hair to constantly comb. It was the beginning of two of the greatest months in my life! Such was my first taste of discipline....and such was my first feeling in life of equality....for if any of those guys came from money....no one knew it....and no one would have cared anyway.
Segue three years to the day. In late 1972 the army was winding down from Vietnam and had too many soldiers....so we were given a one year drop if we wanted it....and I did. I packed up my green 1969 MGB at Fort Bragg....and headed home.
Like many men in America....I wear a ball cap.....often....and on my ball cap are two service pins. A lot of us do things like that. A lot of conversations were started that way. A veteran might have been a ranger....or a clerk....a pilot....or a dentist. He (she)....might have seen the world....or might never have left their home state. They might have got out of the service as a general....or a command sergeant major....or a private first class....after two years....or twenty years.
It is one of my favorite movies....and it has been listed as one of my favorite movies for the entire eighteen years of these posts....in the 'favorite movie section' of my website profile....Mr. Roberts....starring Henry Fonda....and Jimmy Cagney....And Jack Lemmon....and William Powell. If you have never seen this film....I am going to give a spoiler here. It was WWII....in the South Pacific....and Henry Fonda....(Mr. Roberts)....was the XO of a cargo ship....an unexciting job. He wanted so badly to see action in the war before it ended. That was the major plot of the film. James Cagney was the captain....and would not give Mr. Roberts the transfer that he wanted....until the end of the film. Mr. Roberts was finally transferred to a destroyer....only to be killed at Okinawa while in the officers mess drinking coffee....(if I remember correctly)....as a kamikaze struck the ship. As an odd anecdote....my father was on a transport ship....at Okinawa....and seriously wounded by a kamikaze attack.
Veterans come in all shapes and sizes....in all branches of our military. There is a time for remembering those who sacrificed everything....and those who sacrificed much....and for heroes....and brave charges....and there is a day for every veteran....for appreciation....for their stepping up and serving this country that we love....whether he or she were hero or clerk....cook or captain....and that day is today!
I have a peculiarity....my wife would immediately attest to this....for she witnessed it many times....as there would be a concert....or a parade.....or maybe a lecture in a college or a church somewhere....and the speaker might ask for all the veterans to stand up. Surely you have witnessed this many times. I have never stood up....wild horses could not get me to stand up....for I have known too many wonderful veterans....and I just want to sit there and clap for them....and I can't do that standing up.
I'm only keeping this up one day....and then putting it back in the pack somewhere.