
Submitted by JoAnn Ross on Tue, 2009-07-07 12:14.
I’ve always been a sucker for a man in uniform, going back to childhood. When I was growing up, nearly every male I knew got drafted into the military. Even Elvis didn’t get a pass. After going through Army boot camp, he was sent to Germany, where he met a teenage Priscilla, and well, we all know how that turned out.
My home town is an isolated ranching/timber community in the Cascade Mountains near the Oregon/California border. Since there were only two of us girls out there in the country with bunches of boys, I was more likely to be playing cowboy or war than dolls.
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