Thirty

So, thirty years ago I was waiting to start Basic. I’d signed the paperwork, raised my hand, given my fingerprints, attended a couple of drills, and was in a low grade panic. It was the way to get money for a return to school.

My first PT test was dated 15 Oct 1988, so I think I went on 7 Oct. Dylan helped me find what army papers I had, my enlistment was 25 August. A peculiar time. The soon to be ex was not happy, but only on his own account. I didn’t realize how much would change. So much I couldn’t see from there, but I leapt out into the void regardless.

Met Dylan thirty years ago, although it’s fuzzy for me. One of a multitude of young men in green with very short hair. Little did I know.

This is an anniversary of that liminial time, in between, the unknown stretching ahead.

Should have the House paid off in 30 years, less now.