A Christmas Gift for Mother’s Day 1968…

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A Christmas Gift for Mother’s Day 1968…

One of the few good things to come about in the noise, haste, and waste of the 60’s; was when I dropped out of college, (before I flunked out for lack of sufficient funds), I returned home to the dairy farm of my youth. It took only one week in October of 1968 before I got my draft notice to appear for induction in Buffalo, NY… I was so smart I avoided the draft into the Army by enlisting in the USMC on a 90 day delayed entry program with a supposed aviation guarantee. That would give me, and my family one last Christmas at home down on the farm so to speak. At 19 I thought I knew everything, but as fate and destiny would reveal over the next 45 years, I didn’t know Jack Schitt… And who ever said enlisting in the Marine Corps was 'smart'; should be smarting; for ever being so stupid... But that is how life works sometimes...

I didn’t really want to work just on the farm, so I started working for a local convenience store nights and weekends. I wasted a lot of time and money in those three months… But I saved enough spare money to put a down payment on a new Philco console COLOR Television set for my mother, to enjoy, on the farm. She had never had a color television set, only the 1950’s version of the Motorola Black and White which was one of the most common brands in our area of Southwestern New York about 75 miles South of Buffalo, NY…

I do remember the gentleman who extended me credit for the remainder with the promise that I would send half of my monthly pay from boot camp and beyond to fulfill my debt. (Back when monthly pay was about $90/month) I think it took six months actually, just about when I returned home on leave after ITR at Camp LeJeune,NC…

I remember how happy that COLOR TV and my being home on leave made my Mother for her Mother’s Day 1969…(Actually it was around the 4th of July 1969)…

I was very different, and fate and destiny were about to go into overdrive for our entire family…(Full Afterburners at MACH III, until multiple flame-outs, from me and others)..

I think back now that she and my father watched that same color television set all the while I was in the USMC, and project my old age empathy into what they had to watch. For a year before I was given orders, and for a year after, they watched the nightly news, local, and world, and saw what was happening, “live” and in living, or not so living, color…1969 and 1970 into 1971…

People who lived in that time, are still in 'shock' from what they saw, 'nightly', on the news, not the sanitized war they televise today...

When I returned in June of 1971, I came home changed, permanently. I felt like I was in my own Twilight zone. I was 21 years old and felt like I was forty…I realize now, I had PTSD, TBI, and “Survivor’s Syndrome” wondering everyday why, WHY, I was still here while so many were gone, those who gave so much, and some gave all…I pretended to be happy on the outside, but inside I was dying in small, and large doses…I needed to find a reason, a purpose, not just for my life, but for all the madness, I seemed to see in the world…The depraved indifference of so many, so apathetic, so uncaring about what was happening to thousands of veterans upon returning each to their own Twilight Zones… to be continued, definitely a work in progress…

© 2014 3D Divine Deadbeat Dad---Alleged - 5/11/14


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