Ultradog MN
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50 years ago today I was sworn into the Navy at noon.
6 weeks earlier I had found out on the day of HS graduation that I would have gotten an unsigned diploma because I had flunked 12th grade English class.
I knew I would not survive my father's wrath so I went home, gathered what small money I had, packed a small suitcase and ran away to my uncle's house in Portland Oregon.
When I turned 18 a month later I went to the Selective Service Board and signed up for the draft.
It happened to be that all of the recruiters were in the same building so I went to the Air Force and asked how long it would take to get in. The guy there said about 2 months.
So I went to the Coast Guard and asked the same question. He said about 4 months.
Then I went to the Navy and asked and he said if I wasn't BSing him I could be in in 3 weeks. So I said let's go!
A couple of hours after the swearing in they took the 4 of us to the airport and we went to San Diego for basic training.
I did 4 years - to the day.
It was a great experience for a kid from a small town in central Minnesota with few prospects and no sense of where he fit in in life. I belonged to something that was far greater than the sum of its parts.
I still belong to it, in a way. It broadened my horizons in ways that nothing else could. And I got to go to so many places that a dumb kid with no education and no prospects could ever have gone.
It let me grow up, a little - in a safe but disciplined environment.
It was the best thing I ever did.
I am sure there are many here who share that sense of belonging to their branch of the service even today. And I'm sure they have a good story to tell.
I would be glad to read it - if they write it.
This was just mine. From 50 years ago today.
6 weeks earlier I had found out on the day of HS graduation that I would have gotten an unsigned diploma because I had flunked 12th grade English class.
I knew I would not survive my father's wrath so I went home, gathered what small money I had, packed a small suitcase and ran away to my uncle's house in Portland Oregon.
When I turned 18 a month later I went to the Selective Service Board and signed up for the draft.
It happened to be that all of the recruiters were in the same building so I went to the Air Force and asked how long it would take to get in. The guy there said about 2 months.
So I went to the Coast Guard and asked the same question. He said about 4 months.
Then I went to the Navy and asked and he said if I wasn't BSing him I could be in in 3 weeks. So I said let's go!
A couple of hours after the swearing in they took the 4 of us to the airport and we went to San Diego for basic training.
I did 4 years - to the day.
It was a great experience for a kid from a small town in central Minnesota with few prospects and no sense of where he fit in in life. I belonged to something that was far greater than the sum of its parts.
I still belong to it, in a way. It broadened my horizons in ways that nothing else could. And I got to go to so many places that a dumb kid with no education and no prospects could ever have gone.
It let me grow up, a little - in a safe but disciplined environment.
It was the best thing I ever did.
I am sure there are many here who share that sense of belonging to their branch of the service even today. And I'm sure they have a good story to tell.
I would be glad to read it - if they write it.
This was just mine. From 50 years ago today.