
So, here’s your open thread for the weekend – on the 40th anniversary of my enlistment. Yes, it was December 27, 1974 when I flew out of Syracuse Airport on route to Fort Polk, Louisiana where I spent the next 16 weeks being the most infantryman I could be.

No the mustache isn’t regulation, but my drill sergeant, SFC Jason Hurst, (yes, I still remember his name) corrected me when I arrived at his platoon.












