The portrait from Basic Training with the fashionable, "Bus Driver Cap." One sexy piece of head wear. On the day this was taken we were issued a dizzying array of dress uniforms (in winter and summer weight) that were never worn. On this same day the Army decided to turn me into a boxer man. Thrown five pair of boxers; I protested, "I asked for briefs!" Only to be answered with, "Keep moving shit head." I'm pretty sure if you asked for boxers you were given briefs.
Been years since I've seen this. The old Army khakis. Wash and Wear as well. This was taken the day I got out (ETS'ed) and was on my way to my "Home of Record." I went in the Army because I felt I had to. Not out of any patriotic desire but more out of a destiny. My grandfather and father were both career Army. I knew I had to go. I hated it when I went in and by the time I left the Army four years later I had fallen in love with it. More for the friendships than anything else.
Never went back despite best intentions. I gave up ROTC in college to write. I wasn't the Army type anyway. But I did like hanging around those who were. Had I pursued a career I would have been discovered for the fraud I was. Instead of a career I have some great memories and some nifty bobbles. And I never had to shoot at anything other than a target. I was very lucky.