I was in college. I had just run the Drake Relays and was having a light week of training for Conference the next Saturday.
I was in college. I had just run the Drake Relays and was having a light week of training for Conference the next Saturday.
Kinda Young Buck... wrote:
My Dad was almost 2 years out of high school, thanking the gods above he didn't get drafted.
Your couldn't get drafted (same age as me). The last year of the draft was 1972, for men born in 1953. Your father had to register for the 1974 draft, which, of course never happened.
Me, a college sophomore in 1975: 6 miles easy in the morning and 10 miles easy in the afternoon, preparing for a dual meet in Ann Arbor.
Tough to read this post, brings back lots of things. Having served with the 1st MARDIV, 3/5, in 1968-1970, thought of what a waste of a lot of good people. I worked up in the I Corps A/O, mostly out of a base named An Hoa. I was 18 at the time and a "grunt". My head is still screwed up. Still, it was, as they say, "The best of times and the worst of times". I remember watching it on TV and thinking what a waste. I could go on but even reading the initial post brings back too much.
Semper Fi and to all we left behind, I'll never forget
Probably peeing in my pants, and getting excited about my 3rd birthday.
I was exactly 1 day old. So, I'm thinking I was still in a military hospital.
malmo wrote:
Me, a college sophomore in 1975: 6 miles easy in the morning and 10 miles easy in the afternoon, preparing for a dual meet in Ann Arbor.
Was graduating college and starting a high school coaching gig about 2 km from the site of above dual meet. Probably only running a modest amount. Getting my shoes from Dick Pond in IL.
Flagpole wrote:
I was in my grandparents house watching the Cincinnati Reds lose 5-4 to the Atlanta Braves to drop them to below .500 on the season at that point at 8 wins, 9 losses. Of course the Reds would finish the season with 108 wins and rip the hearts out of Boston Red Sox fans in the World Series that fall.
The Big Red Machine. they went on a tear in July and August, 42-8 or something unheard of.
I was down the river in Louisville, summer before junior year, parents moved us cross town from Seneca to Ballard H.S. mainly to get me away from who they thought was a bad crowd I was hanging with. I started running with my new cc team that summer, Dale Siirine, Clay Griffith, Rick Brill, they won every meet that year usually by record low scores. The next year, with an inexperinced team, we rallied after a slow start, beat Trinity handily at regionals but lost State in a cold rain on that course that ended on a cinder track.
I remember in eighth grade when a fat girl stood up in current events and held a picture of that naked Vietnamese girl running down the road when her village was napalmed. The girl (the one in our class) was crying and saying all our parents voted for the Republican congressman, Gene Snyder, and we should be ashamed of our country. Most of the kids snickered or jeered her, but I took it to heart. Four years later I canvassed for Mo Udall in the Kentucky primary, but Jimmy Carter had a much better organization.
Now Obama is running as the first post-Vietnam era candidate, and he appeals mostly to those who are too young to remember the 60s, or who want to move past the divisive times. I'm not sure if he can succeed. So many people have so much emotional investment in the old wars.