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Retirement. Publishers, thank you for the many years of reading pleasure you gave me, but all good things must come to an end. Due to failing eyesight I am forced to retire. I can no longer review your books, and any that you send will be donated to the local library, unread. Do not send any more. I can only read for a couple hours every day, and this does not allow me to finish a book in reasonable time. I will be devoting time to my own books from now on, and reading on a personal level. Books that interest me. I prefer paperbacks and hardbacks, not eBooks. My eyesight has been failing the last few years, and I cannot handle hundreds of review books any more. My books are still available for review. Anyone interested in reviewing any of them, they are found in the Link to Tom’s Books On Amazon. Contact me for pdf copies at fadingshadows40@gmail.com

Friday, November 24, 2017

59th Anniversary


59th Anniversary: On November 24th, 1958, Tom Johnson, age 18 and 4 months old, joined the US Army to see the world, and he did (LOL). Hard to believe it was that long ago. I’ve been retired for almost 40 years now. Did someone call me old? Yeah, I feel it, too (G).

2 comments:

  1. I feel it, too, Tom. And I went in the Army almost eleven years after you did. Been retired from the Missouri National Guard for twenty-one years.

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  2. It was a good life. Even the bad assignments were tolerable, as you knew you would eventually be shipped somewhere else. I remember returning from France to Fort Wolters with six years in grade as E-4, and my company commander asked what rock I had been stationed under (LOL). He immediately sent me before the E-5 Board for the next round of promotions. Problem was, France was a good assignment, we were just stationed in a Detachment thirty miles from headquarters, and HQ was where the officers were, and, sadly, where the stripes went (LOL). MPs had a hard time making rank as it was, though. Still, I wouldn't trade those twenty years for any other job. Bad part, I still dream (nightmares?) about some parts of it, even after nearly fifty years.

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