Hubby served in the Army Reserves in the Vietnam era. He didn't actually have to go overseas, but he missed out on his chance to be a state trooper. He had submitted his application, but the notice to come take the test came while he was in basic training. When he got back, he never pursued it again.
My brother Bobby was only 18 when he went to Vietnam. He enlisted in the Marines right out of high school. It was all he wanted to do. We found out much, much later that he had actually taken the SAT and had made an ASTRONOMICAL score (for that time). But he wanted to serve.
I apologize for the poor quality of the picture. It's been in a photo album of mine since high school, and I'm afraid it hasn't always been taken care of. I know Mom has a better one somewhere.Bobby had a kidney disease, and he was afraid he wouldn't be accepted into the Marines. So he had a friend give his urine specimen for him. (Just try that THESE days.) Bobby went to Vietnam willingly, and he came back safely, only to be killed in a motorcycle accident a year later. I was only 11 when he died, and I think of him often.
And of course my Sweet Girl, the least likely of almost anybody I know to go into the military.
She's been in for five and a half years, and I'm very proud of her.
They are all in aviation, and they want the world to know that they are AIRMEN. Don't confuse them with just any old sailors.
2 comments:
You have GOT to stop making me cry! Love you lots. You are so precious.
Both you and her should be very proud of that uniform!
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