youngest and oldest
get sword-cut cake before all:
even in boot camp!
*(I celebrated 10 November in Boot Camp in 1967. The next time was in 1971 at Headquarters, Eighth Marine Corps Recruiting and Reserve District in Philadelphia, nine months before I was released from Active Duty. In between, while walking “drag” for a heavily reinforced USMC public affairs fireteam (one shotgun, 1 .45, 1 m-16 and one M-60 including two writers, one photographer and one mo-pic (movies) guy walking back from Thu Bon River along Highway 1 about two miles from Landing Zone Baldy (HQ, 7th Marine Regiment), our destination, we stopped for sustenance. In a roadside straw hut-tavern we each had two beers poured cold into tall glasses! with tomato juice and one raw duck egg apiece in each glass. I produced tobacco and John Gentry had a small jar of horseradish, Frenchy LeBreq had Worchestershire and Leo Dromgoole supplied smoke.) We sailed into the combat base belching and farting and pleased as punch we had not the chance to duck or be accused or bad marksmanship. And, no, it was not 10 November 1970 but much earlier and I was scared shitless.)