Uncle Sam sent me my draft notice in May 1967, just after I’d finished college. By early June I was on my way to Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Being a Wisconsin boy, I expected I was in for a long, hot summer.
A jet, then a propeller plane, then a hot crowded bus, things were getting worse fast, brought me and a lot of nervous recruits to our temporary new home. We were from all walks...
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