On my 21st birthday, Sept. 2, 1965, I was at Fort Jackson on the rifle range, laying in three inches of water and it raining like crazy, learning to shoot/zero the M-14. I thought, here I am, able to buy a beer and vote, out in this. How could I have a better birthday present? WELL, on my 22nd birthday I was in Vietnam. Some of us just have ALL THE LUCK.