This book is about life in the 60's seen through one set of eyes. For me it was fun and exciting to experience the new things coming out of the 1940’s and 50’s. I was born in October 1945 into a family not poor and not middle class. When the time came to register for the draft I had easily accepted the idea of not taking another's life. Yet being a soldier was something I also looked forward to being. When I registered for the draft the form had three choices to choose from. One was I would enter the military and learn to use a weapon in combat. The second choice was I would enter the Army and not carry a weapon and the third choice was that I would not enter the military. My choice was the second one. By selecting this option, I knew I would become a medic, choosing to save lives instead of taking lives. When I chose the second one I did have mixed feelings whether or not to bear arms. I knew that in war people would die and I respected those who chose the first option.
My father was a combat medic (and C.O.) in the Pacific into WWII. Dad expected to take some amount of ridicule because of his status, but was surprised at the support of his fellow soldiers. Your story, other than being an honest and excellent read, is a story which needs to be told (more often). Those who have been seriously wounded in action, can and will always appreciate your faithful treatment under combat conditions! An outstanding book! Thank you!