The really weird part of all that was what happened before I was assigned to an outfit in Nam. Typical Army BS. After reporting sick, I was in line. The folks ahead of me were assigned to the hospital. We all had some sort of flu bug. When I got to the head of the line and after hearing the assignment for the six guys ahead of me I asked, “Do I go with them.” The idiot said, “Yes.” What I didn’t know until later was he hadn’t taken my name. I was on the list to go to teletype school in Georgia. And not on the hospital list. I was marked AWOL. A few days later an officer shows up and tells me I am AWOL. I said, “How can I be AWOL? I’m right here? So, when I was released, I was in an empty billet for about a month. Typical Army SNAFU. Every weekend I went home by train and returned every Monday. My one regret was not getting in a car when a WAC stopped and offered me a ride. And in lieu of being assigned to the next teletype school I was sent to Nam. CYOA. I wish to this day I had remembered the guys name. He and I would have been reintroduced.