Arriving at Ft. Gordon on july 5th 1967, with a bunch of guys from New York it was quickly obvious that they were going to be tough on guys from up North.

The 1st time I realized my life was not my own for the next 2 years was when we waited on line on the bottom of a hill. On the hill was a large building that looked like a barn.

All we saw was guys with long 60's hair & slick back ducked tail hair like my own entering the building then coming down the other side of the hill with shaved heads.

Then there was the fun of getting up at an ungodly time , running a couple of miles before breakfast, and having only 3 - 4 minutes to eat.

What a difference from my days living at my Mom & Dad's house.