Long-Time Out
I envy the old doc's mission. They kicked me out 60 years ago, an infantry buck-ass sergeant they didn't feel like trusting the Korean War to, I guess. In spite of my bailing out ol' Doug every time he got into a hard situation running Japan. I do have a recurring dream--not good, not bad. At 81 years old now, I con them into calling me back up as long as they give me a rocker to go with my hard(ly) earned stripes. Sent me back through basic training, but every day something else came up they needed me for and the dream never did let me know how I'd have done.
I do know this: I'd have needed a personal golf cart or equivalent to get around on the battlefield and probably a batman to schlep my gear whenever I was on foot. It was really nice, though, to be a first 3 grader and not always have to go to the EM club which was a heck of a lot better anyhow. And cheaper, with those 5-cent shots.