This Veteran's Day weekend got me reminiscing about my early days in the Army and one of the first sacrifices I was forced to make in order to fulfill my military obligation.
After a month of cooling my heels at Ft. Monmouth, N.J. waiting for an assignment, I finally got my orders to ship out to the Strike Command at MacDill AFB - just days before the start of Woodstock.
Damned Army!
I sort of made up for it the following year at the Atlanta Pop Festive, but it wasn't quite the same.
This is one of my favorite Woodstock performances. That 19 year old drummer, Michael Shrieve, just blew my mind. Well, that and some really heavy duty blonde Turkish hash our unit brought back from an overseas deployment to Incirlik.
Hooah for STRICOM!
This isn't about me, though. This is about great music.
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