Memorial Day 2017
January 20, 1966, 5:am on the train platform was a bitterly cold morning for several reasons. What else could you expect from the Lake Erie shore than cold wind and snow flakes. Add that to the fact that I, a 19 year old dreamer of heroism in far off lands, was on my way to the induction center in a major metropolitan city. My father was sorry to see me go, the way fathers are but had not offered any advice beyond a long previous admonishment Not To Join the Marines! He had nothing against the Corp except their nickname, Jar Heads. I think I remember jumping out a first floor window with excitement after watching an exciting WWII movie about Marines. So, despite being extremely hung over/drunk, I reaffirmed that vow as the train loaded with tomorrow's leaders/heroic dead. We must have been a sight, 19 out of 20 weeping, hugging, oath swearing I'll wait for you couples and me. So much lying going on! Anyway, the Draft Board clerk picked me to carry the records pa...