I met a fellow student at Johnson & Wales Jr. College in Providence, RI, in 1964, and talked about going into the military. He had served in the Coast Guard and highly recommended completing my military service in the Coast Guard.

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I met a fellow student at Johnson & Wales Jr. College in Providence, RI, in 1964, and talked about going into the military. He had served in the Coast Guard and highly recommended completing my military service in the Coast Guard.
My brother motivated me to join the Coast Guard. He knew I was contemplating joining the service and told me it was a smaller, more elite sea service. He said there, you’ll be a face, not a number. He also said I probably would not leave the continental US because the Coast Guard was primarily in the US (Well, I proved him wrong on that one).
It was straightforward. My father, a WWII veteran who left the Army as a Captain, gave me sage advice. I was about to enter my freshman year in college in 18. There was still a draft. He told me to get into the ROTC program because it was better to serve as an officer than an enlisted soldier. I would not challenge his credibility about this and so on. Unusually for an 18-year-old, I listened to my father. And went on to serve for almost 30 years and retired as a Colonel. I sure wish he had lived to see that!
Since my parents went through the Great Depression and only finished the 8th grade, there was never an incentive for me to go to college. I grew up a country boy with interests in Hot Rodding and playing fastpitch softball. I continued both during my service career. After High School, I assumed that I would get a job at the Kelly Springfield Tire Co, where my father was a bead room supervisor. The company would not hire me because I had not fulfilled my military draft obligation.
In 1968-69, I was in my senior year of high school when the Vietnam War was still raging. I knew the likelihood of being drafted into the Army and sent to Vietnam was pretty good. I neither wanted to go into the Army nor to Vietnam. My best option was to check out the U.S. Coast Guard. That’s when I discovered there was a six-month waiting list for the Coast Guard. I went down to the Coast Guard recruiting station in January 1969, signed the enlistment papers and continued my high school education.