*CHAPTER THREE* *Nineteen fifty eight* I was sixteen the next time I saw her. She'd sent me a Telegram on ahead asking me to meet her at the Airport. It was a school day, so I decided to skip it, as I'd rather spend the day with Lisa. I hardly recognized her when I saw her, she'd changed a lot, her blonde hair was shorter "Jason?." she asks, walking over to me. "One and only" "My God! how you've grown." I'd grown at least three foot since she last saw me, my head almost reached her shoulders...

*CHAPTER FIVE* *Nineteen Sixty Seven* In sixty Seven I was barely eighteen years old when the General's invaded Vietnam and Johnson issued The Draft. I was a wild rebellious teenager with long hair and a demonstrator with an arrest record. My Mom and I hardly spoke these days but when my draft card arrived it was hardly a surprise. "You have to go we can't afford to pay the money to keep you out of prison" I was afraid for the first time in my life I was terrified. Terrified of never seeing ...