It began in my sophomore year at Morton West, days engrossed with the assassination of JFK, my eternal vigilance, patriotism. Enlisting with our Marine Corps was my only answer, though immensely protested by the love I sacrificed and abandoned.
Launched by brutal training then jungle warfare with a heavily armored tracked vehicle platoon and a radio on my back, my life disarrayed until special leave to Chicago guided me to the girl met by pure chance. Her I also left, for the finality of a 19 month tour, resuming with the Hue City offensive that shook the country and the world. But, this girl waited.