I couldn't be a soldier because the test of federal corps was a good proof that I was an idiot. A few days later, a coach called Maurice came to ask me to play American football in college. He said he had seen me running.

I could run as restricted to learn. Some professors were strict such as Mr. A. who taught us a course named technology. He gave me a book might be several centimeters thick. I spent some nights reading the chapters and I found I could digest most of the formulas. However, in physics class, I was always confused with the concepts as molecule, atom and nucleus; and I could neither memorize the idioms and phrases nor make a clear distinction between adjective and adverb, in English class. I usually borrowed some handbooks of composition from the librarian. I liked some handbooks of composition from the librarian. I liked some brief paragraphs in them.

I went to my travel with a small parcel, but it turned out a reverse way as what I thought on the outset. The newly erected training base was in a typical tropical region. Everything was scarce except mosquitoes. We shot with our rifles whenever we heard the bang of our leader, and also we practiced shouting slogans.

Once in a shooting practice, I noticed a profile of a tight vessel (container) made of brass. Its oval outline was cute, so I shot at it. The result was that they deducted my monthly allowance and took me to heat the furnace.

Three months later, we were paraded with a banner. Then we left there.

Several weeks later, we arrived at the Vietnam via Pacific Ocean. I saw some bandaged soldiers and wrecked utility shortly after I got off. There was scarcely an intact building. A deputy superior, who looked like a butcher with a fat chin (jaw), asked us to take a bath in a basin and then I shaved. Then each of us was given a pistol. Some bullets, a telescope and a pair of leather shoes which I liked the best. Every day the jets flied around in the air and what we had to do was to scout around to prevent the raid of enemy, or hide in tank when there was a shell coming. Soldiers often conflicted with each other: some said the black were racial inferior. It was nonsense for me. The deputy superior shouted at us every day and he once said, the declare action of the war meant this territory would be our colony sooner or later. I didn't like his mode of speaking.

It was ridiculous that, one year later, we didn't ever eliminate the enemy before we were notified to withdraw back to the U.S. though the recession of economy after going back to the U.S, I launched into my business. We caught fish in the Pacific Ocean. Though the little input, the inflation and the government imposed heavy tax, we got great revenue by retail. I even suspected God manipulated all the things. Thank God.