Originally Posted by Starman

Growing up in the slums of New York City back in the 1950’s going into the army seemed like my best choice back then. I did not immediately go to Vietnam. I was stationed in Germany for little over a year, then sent to Japan for awhile, and then Vietnam. They did not tell me that I was going to Vietnam and it was not in the public consciousness when I went. They just told me to get on a plane; I had taken military planes all over the world, but this time when I got off the plane I was in Vietnam. My mom had no idea where I was until I informed her by letter. We did not have access to telephones, and cell phones nor computers, had not been invented yet.

Bed time, have a happy good, and a good happy.