In December 1961, I took basic training at Fort Dix, N.J. Waiting in line for the multiple-shot "shot gun" in both arms, we were told not to move.

The guy in front of me moved as both "shot guns" hit their mark.

When he saw the blood running down both arms, he fainted, hit his head on the concrete step he had been standing on and bled some more. It looked like he was in combat before he even got his boots.