"You see kids, I never wanted to be in the army at all! I was drafted 'n dragged into basic, trainin' that is, kickin' an' screamin'. Once I was in 'Nam, I was jittery as a jumpin' bean on the fourth o' Gee-lye! I got me a nervous titter any time I was called by Sarge, 'cause it usually meant there were mines to be disarmed! But this time was different, this time he gave me a care package my Ma sent me..."
VIETNAM 1969
"Here you go corporal." Sergeant Tank Daily handed the package over to Corporal Dusty Hoover. "Th-th-thank you kindly Sarge!" said Dusty, beginning to tear at the wrappings of the box. He shook the box gingerly, being gentle enough to not disturb the contents of the box, but firm enough so as to hear what was inside. he heard a faint rattling, like something clinking against tin. He tore the box open. When he saw what was inside it was like Christmas came early. It was a letter from his mother back in Tennessee, sixty-two cents, and a tin with pictures of t-bone steaks on it.
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