The Marines could draft back then, and as luck would have it, they chose me.
At first, I felt cheated and did not understand why I had to go.
My friends and the surrounding people stayed home and continued living their lives.
I graduated from high school in May 1967.
I can still recall the new sense of freedom that permeated the air on that calm springtime evening.
Dozens of dark blue caps garnished with golden tassels soared into...