At 13, I had two very different life styles. I will start with what I thought was the a perfect life for a 13 year old boy. Civilian , go to school come home play football until dark, go home for dinner, some TV. than bed. On weekends, forts in the woods, swinging on rope swings. As we swung we would sing, whistle when you work Hitler was a jerk. Mussolini bit his weenie now it doesn't work. In 1969 if my parents knew what we sang we would have gotten the I'm so disappointed in you lecture. In May of 1969 the family moved to the Philippines. My pilot father was part of the supply chain to the Vietnam War. Live in maid. Hated it. Private school. Hated it. We had a gardener. Hated it. Back at my real home I did that. Went to tailors. Okay learned to enjoy that one. Salutes, rank privilege. My father's rank protected me from that one. But I never seemed to be able to keep friends who fathers were NCO's. That was why I started with civilian. I was told since my father was an officer, we ,I should do volunteer work. I at 13 started to work as a Red Cross volunteer at the military hospital. One day a was taking the admitting vital signs to an really amazing young Sargent. He an his men were behind the lines lived off the land, you know guerrilla warfare. He and his men. We're PTSD, oh wait that had not been used yet. So I've got this young mans wrist in my hand taking his pulse. His four buddies were making fun of me. The words were coded, but I knew what they were doing. Translated oh look that little officer's brat enjoying touching you. Ha ha. I didn't want the life I was living, but it was really pretty great. So I just ignored them. So I started to take the Sargent respiration, when he said to me, BOY, if you have to touch me when I'm asleep, this is how I want you to do that. I said I said how sir. Stand as far away from my bed as you can get. Slap my big toe hard and run. Now I'm thinking fuck now he's making fun of me to my face. Well I started to get pissy and in a firm voice said AND WHY WOULD I DO THAT. Well he trumped my firm voice and said In a voice i can't really explain, but any one in the military knows this voice said, so I don't accidentally KILL you. I the knew he wasn't making fun of me but he really was looking out for me. Oh by the way I never went back to that room. More tales from an officer's brat to come. Oh thus was not the worst by any way shape ot form.