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I was in basic training at San Antonio for the USAF. Later that year in Biloxi just in time for hurricane Camille. For two weeks conditions were like war for the emergency aid and the cleanup. That was the only time that the Air Force made any sense to me. It did not seem like a "chicken" outfit.

rumitoid

My draft time was up in 12/68, so I spent '69 as a return to civilian life. I turned 22 in February; my mother died 3 weeks later after a long fight with cancer; I hitchhiked cross country from da Bronx to San Fran and spent a few months going up and down the West Coast; my younger brother graduated from elementary, my sister from HS, and my older brother from law school; had tickets for Woodstock but decided not to go when I heard about the traffic and rain; had my first few tokes of a joint and did not like it; worked as a recreation teacher; got my first beater (car); took the cop and fireman tests and scored over a 100 thanks to Vet points; started dating the love of my life, the home nurse who cared for my mother: it was the very best year of my life.

Searching Loc: Rural Southwest VA

I was 22, pregnant, and loving life in Hawaii. Sigh....

PoppaGringo Loc: Muslim City, Mexifornia, B.R.

I would venture to say you are none of the three now. :lol: :lol:

Searching Loc: Rural Southwest VA

Observant smarty, aren't ya!! :lol: :lol:

PoppaGringo Loc: Muslim City, Mexifornia, B.R.

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: I try.