<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto">On June 12, 1969 I went to the recruiting center in Sherman Oaks, California (San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles) to enlist into the military. There was an 18-month waiting list for entry into the national guard. There was a 6-month waiting list for entry into the Navy. The Air Force didn’t cross my mind. So, there I stood outside two recruiting offices . . . one marked “U.S. Marine Corps” . . . the other marked “U.S. Army” . . . and flipped a coin. <div><br></div><div>I was inducted that evening . . . in downtown Los Angeles . . . into the U.S. Army. Two days later I arrived at the reception station at Fort Ord, California.<br><br><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><a href="http://www.moscowcares.com/" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000">http://www.MoscowCares.com</font></a></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div> </div></div></div><div></div></body></html>