I got out in 1965.I went to work at Sikorsky aircraft on the day
after my discharge.One day;I was installing an oil cooler on a
"Jolly Green"or as Sikorsky called them-a CH53A.I needed a tape measure and mine was in my toolbox.A 17yr. old electrician said;
"Use mine."I did rather then climb down and get mine.He finished
and was gone before I finished.I never saw him again.He got
drafted!A few days later;I;got out of the shower;one morning;
before work.The radio news was on with the local war dead.His
name was announced.Big,bad me;broke down for years;every-
time that I used that tape.I;finally;had to get rid of it because
every time that I used it;I thought of him and broke down;
whimpering.Little things bring back strong memories. Irish
P.S.Here's remembrance of Frank.I thought that I had it bad with a scar on my hip(from shrapnel or a bullet?)Ay least;I had my life!

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Irish---Better to be dead & cool,then alive & uncool!
(Harley Davidson & the Marlboro Man)