energy (and nerve) to carry out. My all time favorite was when i was in IOBC. I developed a respiratory problem that
made doing PT near impossible, the jerk I had for a platoon trainer (he did not serve in Vietnam) cut me no slack, tried to belittle me in public on a couple of occasions. I got ahold of a couple of "Gay Power Now!" bumper stickes, put them on his car's bumpers next to the post decals.