I was #7, Bud. The day before me was #320. The day after was #285. I was #7. I took a 3rd year to go to Germany and avoid Vietnam. 88 days after I arrived in Germany my entire battalion was picked up and moved to Vietnam. I was so naive I thought that my sign on contract was binding. I was sitting in the base bar drinking with an older E7 I met there and he just laughed and said "Boy, Uncle Green sends you wherever the F he thinks they need you. The small print you likely didn't read has something about 'emergency' in it. You'll be fine. You are a mechanic so you will be on a base camp and you'll grow to like the duty there."

Well, he was right. Shave, don't shave, whatever. Polish boots, don't polish boots, whatever. Haircuts, if you feel like. I liked it so much better with the relaxed discipline that I extended my tour for an extra 6 months. Came home at Christmas time in 1972 and had to go BACK to Ft Sill(y) Oklahoma and immediately went back to hating the Army.

No need to feel guilty about not being called.

Last edited by eddie1261; 11/12/20 07:13 AM.