1968
Thats when I got out. It was the year of Bobby Kennady, MLK, Dem. Nat'l conv. riot in Chicago, riots on campus', burning draft cards and ROTC buildings, and I suppose a lot of other stuff I don't remember anymore. It was a completely alien country to the one I left in '66. My mom and dad wanted to take me to dinner but they wanted me to wear my uniform. There was no way. They were proud of me but I was ashamed. What a horseshit way to feel about seving your country. I always said the best thing I got out of the 60's was me.
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