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.

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Comment by Geoff Colt on May 9, 2014 at 7:55pm

I come from a Military Family. In modern times, my Grandfather fought in WWI, my Father fought in WWII and Korea, I fought in Vietnam, my Brother fought in Beirut, Grenada, the Philippines, Dessert Shield, Dessert Storm and Iraq. With the exception of Afghanistan, a member of my Family has been in EVERY War this Country has been in, since the Revolutionary War. So it was expected of a male member of my Family to join the Military. It is Tradition!! We have Served in every branch of the Military, except the Coast Guard!

Comment by Richard Boyd on May 7, 2014 at 7:16am

My dad retired in 1966. Right after returning from Viet Nam. I went to boot camp in 1968. So, we didn't serve at the same time.

My brother-in-law, who was also a career Soldier, was in the Army, while I was in the Marine Corps. We even served in country, in Vietnam, at the same time. He was down around Saigon, and I was up by Da Nang. So we never met up, or anything. We weren't all that close anyway, and he didn't like Marines :o)

Comment by Claudia Bartow on May 6, 2014 at 9:54pm
Richard, I can see how you felt obligated. So you and your dad were in the military at the same time?
Comment by Richard Boyd on May 6, 2014 at 10:23am

Being an Army brat, with a father who was career Army, and a Veteran of WWII, Korea, and had just returned from Viet Nam, it was pretty much a given that I would be joining the military after high school. However, I graduated in June of  '67, and decided to "have some fun" before I enlisted. So, I got a job grooming thoroughbreds at Turf Paradise, in  Phoenix, and started "having fun". The folks I was working for had a son in the Marine Corps, and he was in Viet Nam. His mom would read me the letters he sent home. Around October-November, he was sent to Khe Sanh, and the letters started to become very grim.

Thanksgiving came along, and I had an awesome holiday. However, it was not guilt free. Here I was enjoying life, while Marines, and Soldiers were fighting for their lives, and our freedom. It was time for me to get off my privileged butt, and enlist! So, the first working day after Thanksgiving, I took a bus to the USMC recruiter's in Phoenix, and enlisted on delayed entry. On May 27, 1968, I hit the yellow footprints at MCRD San Diego.

Comment by Claudia Bartow on May 5, 2014 at 10:09pm
Jeff, love the canteen comment,funny. I am sure you look back now and really appreciate all those WWII veterans that were neighbors.

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