I never made it into the service. The closest I ever came was staying in the barracks at Camp Darby in Northern Italy, where my Draft Board had sent me from my Peace Corps assignment in Ethiopia in 1967 to determine if I were healthy enough for cannon fodder. I spent a pleasant evening at their command center leading Pete Seeger songs with the resident GI's, and happily next morning my amoebic dysintary was confirmed as chronic and I was deferred from further consideration.

Maybe I should write a song about this experience!

Arlo did quite well with his.

Charley Noble