(FIRST AND FOREMOST- I AM ON DEPLOYMENT IN REGIONS I CAN'T SAY, SO DON'T GET OFFENDED IF I DON'T ADD YOU. I WILL COME BACK, AND WE WILL GET TOGETHER SOON. TTFN/TCCIC. JOHN)I decided to enlist in the Army right after high school on August 6th 1964, before they stuck me in some boat with the Navy. I surely didn't want to work in an office working for the Chair Force. The thought of My Ass Riding In Navy Escort Ships didn't fit well for me, neither. In boot camp, I excelled in everything they threw at me- specializing in light weapons and even learned to fly choppers.It attracted the attention of Colonel Troutman who was recruiting people for his Baker Team of Green Berets. I'd tell you about my missions in Vietnam, but then I'd have to kill you. After four years and several tours of duty, I left the Army with a Congressional Medal of Honor, Distinguished Service Cross, two silver stars, two bronze medals, and four Purple Hearts. When I got back home to Bowie, Arizona, people spat at me and called me a babykiller. Back then I could fly a chopper, drive a tank, and handle million dollar machinery, now I can't hold down a job washing cars. I decided to see how my buddies were doing. Turns out that several committed suicide and one, Delmare Berry, had just died of cancer. The town that I was in was called Hope, Oregon, and I hoped to grab a bite to eat before I left town. The local cops gave me some shit, but they didn't faze me. I later found out that I am the last of the Baker Team: Ortega, Krackauer, Berry, Messner, Coletta, Jorgenson, Bronson, and Danforth- all dead. After blowing up the town, I land some jail time.Next thing you know, I get "unofficially" reinstated by the Army to prove that we still got POW's back in 'nam. When I get there, they tell me only to take pictures. WHAT THE FUCK? Sure enough, I find some of our missing colleagues and take them back with me, fuck the pictures.After that stint, my only thanks was more jail time. I did my time dilligently and pursued inner peace. After that I was done with anything that had to do with war. I hooked up with some Buddhist monks and fought for money to provide for my brothers. Word goes around that Col Trautman got nabbed by some Commie bastards in Afghanistan. Turns out that he was helping Osama Bin Laden fight the Russkies. Had I known what I know now, I should've killed him off then. (more to follow...)
