didnt really have a choice, so i did 3 years. "luckily" the army docs decided im half crippled, so i got a support job, instead of a full blown combat deal. drove a truck for 6 months - nothing deskie, nor peaceful about it. i kept thinking about Custer's last words.... then they (here is where i discover "Military Intelligence") transfer me to a military college to drive for a colonel. i end up teaching History, Geography and English. i still do a month a year. hate every bleetin' second of it. especially when im shot at. not nice. not nice at all.