had some photo problem's on the last post so had to re post it, it was a shame because the "big fella" left a comment that I've lost now, it made me think back in 1971 i was there waving my little flag, and on the other side of the pond there was a young man making his mind up, if there had of been a cruel twist of fate, that comment would never have been left, and we would never have got to see the mans photo's,
"if you get five big fella, please redo the comment"
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I'll bet you're talking about me, Billy.
The summer of '71 was my last one as a care free young man. By year's end I no longer had my hair, was serving in the US Air Force and praying I didn't get orders for Vietnam.
I narrowly avoided being drafted into the Army which would have meant Basic Training at Ft. Jackson, South Carolina, Advanced Individual Training as a combat infantryman at Ft. Polk, Louisiana and a year in a Southeast Asian jungle dodging incoming fire.
The US involvement in that damned war was nearly over then and nobody wanted to be the last man to die there.
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