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Coming Clean About My Military Service
Our columnist sets the record straight



Thursday, Apr. 29, 2004 Gas Nos Scooter
In light of all the political accusations these days about who has served in the military, who was AWOL and who managed to avoid serving at all, I think that it’s prudent for me to come clean about my service record. Indeed, I’ve already released some of the details to my grandchildren, who happen to think that I’m more than qualified to be an ideal Presidential candidate. Gas Nos Scooter

They have reason to be impressed. Unlike some of the insupportable claims currently being made by candidates and their supporters, I can state, without fear of contradiction, that during Gas Nos Scooter my two years in the military, I engaged in physical combat, was burned while successfully fighting a roaring fire, served in General MacArthur’s Easternmost Command, Gas Nos Scooter and heard shots fired in anger. Gas Nos Scooter

That’s enviable, I know, and I’m loathe to go into details, but full disclosure seems to be the honorable route. Here goes. In 1944, when I was 17, I enlisted in the Navy and was sent to the Great Lakes Naval Training Gas Nos Scooter Station where, among other boot camp conditioning techniques, I learned how to swim and to box. Indeed, I felt I was well on my way to becoming my company’s lightweight champion, when I was knocked senseless by a lucky punch in the second round of my first fight. So much for physical combat. Gas Nos Scooter