even though during the training I couldn't figure out why the hell they were doing this to me for. It was not a walk in the park by any means, toughest thing I ever went though in my life leading up to then and since. I wondered who I'd pissed off or what. Then when the training was finished and all the rest of the class got on the bus to return to San Diego and on to their duty stations, where ever that was. Here my friend and I was left standing and I asked what the hell is going on, are we going to have to go through this hell again or what. Thats when we were told that we were staying there and that we were one of them now. probably the happiest day in the navy for me to know that I passed the training and was going to be staying, One of the elite. I was neither a Seal nor a UDT member but I had a lot to do with their survival training, that made me feel good, knowing that I was making a difference.
When it was my time to leave after the tour of duty there and they asked me where I wanted to go as they'd pretty much send me where ever I asked, within reason, I said Vietnam. the Commander told me to take a week and give that some thought so I came to the conclusion that after all the training I had gone through that would be the right thing to do. After all at that point in time I thought what we were doing in 'Nam was right. I mean we were stopping the commies over there before they got over here, or so we were told. A few days after arriving in country I realized what we as a country was doing there was as wrong as wrong can be. I was stuck so I had to stick it out
I originally joined the Navy to stay out of 'Nam but circumstances such as this experience changed that thinking. I never seen a ship the whole time in the Navy.
I learned a lot about myself though it all
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