I went to high school at a small, private military high school in Kentucky in the late sixties. For some strange reason, in those days, I wanted nothing more than to be a career military officer, preferably in the infantry. (Yes, I did drink a lot of kool-aide in those days, why do you ask?)

Each year, in the spring, we were inspected by active duty army types where they came in and did a complete look at the facilities, curriculum, and our overall military bearing and each year we achieved a ranking of “Honor MIlitary School.” At the time, because of the Honor ranking, we were authorized three direct appointments to each of the service academies. (I don’t know if this is still the case and der Google has failed my attempts to find out). Knowing that I would most likely flunk the physical, I accepted the appointment to the U.S. Naval Academy. I figured it wouldn’t look too bad on my record while also knowing there was no way I would actually attend a military college after spending four years at a military high school.

As it turned out, I had to go to Chicago in late October for the physical (Glenview Naval Air Station). I completed the physical and as expected was advised that due to my eyes, I had flunked (I was 20/400 corrected to 20/20 and the worst your eyes could be at the time was 20/100 corrected to 20/20).

My bus back to Kentucky was not going to leave until about 8PM, so there I was in downtown Chicago, in my JROTC uniform with about six hours to kill. I wandered around for a bit and found myself in front of a small theater showing Alice’s Restaurant. The movie had been out for a couple of months by this time but hadn’t quite made it to my neck of the woods so I decided what the hey and went in.

We’ll just call it one of my early steps on the path from potential war monger to DFH.

Happy Thanksgiving and enjoy the video. :

I went to high school at a small, private military high school in Kentucky in the late sixties. For some strange reason, in those days, I wanted nothing more than to be a career military officer, preferably in the infantry. (Yes, I did drink a lot of kool-aide in those days, why do you ask?)

Each year, in the spring, we were inspected by active duty army types where they came in and did a complete look at the facilities, curriculum, and our overall military bearing and each year we achieved a ranking of "Honor MIlitary School." At the time, because of the Honor ranking, we were authorized three direct appointments to each of the service academies. (I don’t know if this is still the case and der Google has failed my attempts to find out). Knowing that I would most likely flunk the physical, I accepted the appointment to the U.S. Naval Academy. I figured it wouldn’t look too bad on my record while also knowing there was no way I would actually attend a military college after spending four years at a military high school.

As it turned out, I had to go to Chicago in late October for the physical (Glenview Naval Air Station). I completed the physical and as expected was advised that due to my eyes, I had flunked (I was 20/400 corrected to 20/20 and the worst your eyes could be at the time was 20/100 corrected to 20/20).

My bus back to Kentucky was not going to leave until about 8PM, so there I was in downtown Chicago, in my JROTC uniform with about six hours to kill. I wandered around for a bit and found myself in front of a small theater showing Alice’s Restaurant. The movie had been out for a couple of months by this time but hadn’t quite made it to my neck of the woods so I decided what the hey and went in.

We’ll just call it one of my early steps on the path from potential war monger to DFH.

Happy Thanksgiving and enjoy the video:

Oxdown Diaries

Oxdown Diaries