Veterans Day comes once a year, one day on the calendar, for all the men and women who put their lives in harms way, 24 hours a day to serve our country, It doesn’t seem right, I think a month or all year would be more appropriate.
Growing up we had a reminder of World War II in the hall closet, my grandfather Grandy‘s pit helmet and billy club laid in the corner. My Grandpa “GG” ran a field hospital during WWII, he said the Tv show M*A*S*H was incredibly accurate. Pops fought in Korea, Uncles and cousins went, currently a nephew, a U.S Navy Seal is again deployed. Many in my family have served. So I thought I would too.
For years I told my friends it was my first car wreck and a bad back that kept me from being inducted into the U.S. Army, but here is the stone-cold truth (which I never told anyone), why I was given a 4F “Unfit for service”.
I was standing in a line of guys in skivvies (me in BOXERS) going from exam station to exam station. Cough cough have an injection, Doctors where handing out shots! Bamn! I hit the floor passed out hard. Smelling salts got me back up, only to go down again and again. Not pretty.
Yep, it was my medical phobia which causes me to faint real fast & hard. It can be triggered by anything medical, sight or verbal, even a TV show showing needles. I guess they figured the War effort didn’t need David.
The Baldwins
