In the summer of 1963, I went away for training with my military unit. Something different was happening then. The conflict in Viet Nam changed some of the military thinking at higher levels. Instead of staying in the local state region, we were now training at other military installations around the country, and for the relief of other units. As execution officer I was to be responsible for a skeleton crew at our home location while the body of t
he unit was transported to various Army posts in the United States for their annual training.
I was a young lieutenant of twenty something, younger than most of the men assigned to the unit. Sergeant Porter, the unit's acting first Sergeant, was a man who knew what to do and when to do it. He was good in the office and good with the men. He really laid the law down to those of us who were to remain behind. There were specific guide lines for us to follow and things to be done and I was concerned about my responsibility.
When Sergeant Porter finished with the other men he turned to my responsibilities. To my relief, he left one office staff NCO and his assistant, one driver/runner and a junior NCO. We were the total
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