Who's heard Little Richard sing "Shake a Hand"?

I was thinking just yesterday upon the fact that you were cool enough to start my most favorite topic! I mean we are computers this, OS's that and gaming in the mighty Linux. Yet music holds far more fascination for me.
 
Daniel~ said:
When those we love must leave us to find themselves


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I can't tell you how glad I was that heroin was behind me before I returned from overseas. The Army had changed their policy of dealing with junkies shortly after it was my turn to be caught on a unit sweep. From a normal morning formation we were suddenly marching, something not done by soldiers in Viet-Nam. Marching on to a bare space next to our company's orderly room. A space suddenly surrounded by a number of unknown GI's with rifles in hand.

My pal Rick and I exchanged deer in the headlights looks. We were screwed. You had to take a piss test before you could leave that space. With three unknown NCO's on either side of you. Two sitting on the ground, two sitting in chairs and two standing watching you urinate into a tube. My contribution looked as dark as Coca-Cola.

Long story short rather than being cashiered (just kidding. Officers were cashiered. Not enlisted regular people.) Rather than being handed an Undesirable Discharge and being back on the block a screaming junkie with a five hundred (at least) dollar a day habit (heroin in Viet-Nam was damn close to 100% pure.) On the street Stateside? Maybe 10% to 15%.

I was treated much more humanely. Two weeks of withdrawals from my $10 a day habit. I had cut way back in anticipation of my transfer to TC Hill, right next to Long Binh Jail near Saigon. I was stationed in Da Nang, 400 miles north of Saigon. Saigon was overwhelmingly huge and busy compared to tiny Da Nang, with its two or three traffic lights.

I weighed 137 lbs when I got to Letterman Army Hospital in San Francisco. The Army had the worst food of all the Armed Forces, a tradition continued to this day. Heroin (Trade Mark. The Bayer Company) steals your appetite, which was a blessing. My company had its very own mess hall after we moved to Da Nang Main (AFB) after the Easter Offensive of 1972 got started. Talk about worse than ever food!

Bitch, bitch, bitch. The soldier's only right was to complain.
 
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