And by the way, I share Guatam's sentiments on the treatment of Viet Nam Vets. They were treated shamefully, and there was no excuse for it. I was personally fascinated by the stories of those returning servicemen that I talked to, and was actually talked into joining the service by a Marine vet (he suggested I enlist, but not in the Marines.) The war was pretty much over btw, but if I'd joined a month earlier I'd have worn a Viet Nam service medal. -- Doug
Heh, that's amusing - that sounds a little like me. The people who did the most to convince me to try to join (an attempt that has been, as I wrote earlier, sadly unsuccessful so far) were all Army officers who thought I should join the Navy. I was never sure exactly how to take that. "The military would be great for you. But, umm, not my part of it. Really we don't want you. Well, we want you, but not _us_. You should join just, umm, far away from me." :-) Now if I could only convince the Navy that the fact that I can't distinguish colors would not actually inhibit me from serving as an Intelligence Officer, whose principal job was defined to me by our recruiter as "sitting behind a computer on a base somewhere, or, if you're lucky, sitting behind a computer on a ship somewhere." He said it's because, in theory, I might have to "jump with the SEALs" or something like that sometime. My own personal opinion on that is that if the United States of America needs someone as fat and out of shape as me to jump _anywhere_ with the SEALs, we are screwed so thoroughly that it's probably too late anyways... Gautam
