The sleeping bag Incident.

 We had speed marched for 14 hours, yet I had a warrior's sharpness about me. It was summertime in 1973, and I felt like I was 7 feet tall and was invincible. We were patrolling the area somewhere along the border of the Hot DMZ between North and South Korea. Like taking LSD25 at 15 on the North side of Indianapolis, I was out of my comfort zone. I let a beggar self take over. Now I was seven feet tall. Finally, the sarg passed the word we were here. and to dig in. Which meet shovel out a hole and climb in it. Well, I had played this game before and knew that as soon as I did, we would be ordered to move along the top of the world, another world in another land. I decided to dig a 6-inch-deep foxhole.

Jumped in, we were on top of a mountain, having forced-marched for two days. I encountered a UFO last night, and now a Joker sergeant ordered me to dig in. I jumped into the hole and off I went. down the mountain, riding a sleeping bag I was tangled in. I found, but the bag won. Next thing I knew, it was daylight, and I was in this sleeping bag at the bottom of a large hill. A mountain, really. Not sure where we were. But I was in an unsafe zone by myself. I thought, not another snake attack? I have referenced many times. It almost got me punished for going to West Point. Funny Story about West Point. That was the land my 5th grandfather owned and gave to the new Nation. A Nation of Free people that had a narrow view of rights, especially other races.

We destroyed an already crippled Indiana nation with sickness and disease they could not understand. We learned, but failed to pay them for our past deeds. I have a substantial policy. A personal policy that's about restitution. That is a door closer. A finish point, I knew it at that moment. We learned slowly as a people. Be did not covet they neibors wife as of yet, but it affects us on a higher dynamic, causing us grief and strife. We are good people. We just learn at different rates. One thing you learn real quick isthat when you wake up at the bottom of a mountain range in a strange world, it's pretty scary. Yet I crawled out of that sleeping Bag. Dusted myself off and climbed back up that mountain that daylight morning. Alone, just me and God. I realize that, at some level, I always have a backup, and when I don't, I won't know it. I love life. I stay away from pain in all forms. "Be nice be happy." You got you. I just saw my history on this event. I believed and still do that the military brings out the man in you. Z2 What I had thought for 50 years is that the sargent had pulled me out of the 6-inch deep [ foxhole and allowed me to slide unimpeded down the mountain. Lone existed as a training event. Know it was me all along.

Forgive me, Sarg, I still believe this was the best part of my life. Although I only had KP once and peeled a lot of potatoes, the mess hall was special. The Warrent office was a magician with his crew. I have always been proud of my military history. Yes, I had run-ins with the baby-hater students on my return home in Seattle on a summer afternoon in the sun. LA was so so, but the Indianapolis airport was dead. It was 2  or 3 am there. Miss Idnetafacation is going everywhere like spilt water seeps into every hole. Now back to pt. The present time. Z2