I dropped out of college and soon after got my draft notice. This was probably in Feb. or so, and I didn't want go then. So I looked around and got hooked up in delayed enlistment in the U.S.M.C. I'm sure my mom didn't like it;(my dad had been in the U.S.Navy in WWII and Korea) , so he was halfways OK with the fact. Upon graduation from boot camp in Sept. 1969, they came down to So.Carolina and brought my future wife with them. I can kinda remember my mom being a little aloof, she was a diehard Church of The Brethren; but, nevertheless kept up a good face. My future wife was probably awestruck- she later commented that she liked watching the canteens bouncing around off everyone's butts.My dad just seemed to go along with everything happening. Looking back on everything- my dad was probably reliving everything that happened to him. I grew up in a small town in Ohio and later realized that almost male on my street and been involved in WWII. No wonder they all seemed very disciplined and kinda harsh to what we kids did!! We couldn't get away with anything in that town!!! Even if anybody didn't know everybody; they all fell back on their military experience and all of us kids were watched like we were family.