Woodchipper
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Looked at the calendar a while back and realized that today was a red-letter day. Fifty years ago, about noon, I was given my DD 214 and left Fort Jackson, SC! Time flies when you are having fun.
Time does fly doesn't it... you were going in about the time I was getting out... my separation date was August 13, 1964.... makes me a Vietnam Veteran by 8 days....Looked at the calendar a while back and realized that today was a red-letter day. Fifty years ago, about noon, I was given my DD 214 and left Fort Jackson, SC! Time flies when you are having fun.
I beat you out by 9 months. Time sure didn't fly while we were serving. We may have been separated, but most of us are still serving.Looked at the calendar a while back and realized that today was a red-letter day. Fifty years ago, about noon, I was given my DD 214 and left Fort Jackson, SC! Time flies when you are having fun.
My father served in the USAAF in the Pacific as a flight engineer on C-47s. We share the same- Wouldn't give a nickel for another minute or a million dollars for the experience. I look at photos of the Black Wall in Washington, DC and think my name could have been on it.
Military service got me out of a traffic ticket back in '65.... I had been out almost a year and was coming back from my sisters to my apartment in... back then I tended to have a heavy foot and the city limits of Dallas are about 5 or 10 miles outside the actual city... I hit city limits and the speed limit dropped immediately to 50 mph... I ran past two speed limit signs and a city policeman picked me up... while in the navy my car was registered at my mother's address in Oklahoma... in Texas back then you had 30 days to re-register a vehicle after moving to Texas. First thing the office asked was why I had Oklahoma plates and a Texas driver's license... I lied and said I had just got out of the navy... he sent me on my way with an admonishment to slow down and to get new license plates.
Geez, next time you drive right by my house in Twin Falls, at least stop and say hi to a fellow penturner. LOLMe too, and it was just a couple of years ago. My wife and I were headed to CA to visit her parents. We travel through Idaho and at the border between Idaho and Nevada there's a speed trap in a town called Jackpot. You go from 70 to 25 in what seems to be about 15 feet, you really have to stand on the brakes. So the patrolman pulls me over and walks up to my window and asks the usual question, "Do you know how fast you were going"? I say, "Yes" ( I was going maybe 35 in a 25mph zone). So he gets his ticket book out walks to the back of the Jeep, opens his book and pulls out his pen to write the ticket. Then I see him stop, put the book in his back pocket and the pen back into his shirt pocket, walks back to my window and tells me "Do me a favor and slow down, son". Now this patrolman is probably in his mid 30's, I'm in my mid 60's and he calls me son. I told him thank you and we left. Then it dawned on me why I didn't get the ticket. My license plate says "Veterean United States Navy". My wife did tease me about being called "son" but I didn't get a ticket.
Geez, next time you drive right by my house in Twin Falls, at least stop and say hi to a fellow penturner. LOL