Should anyone feel sorry for my life? Hell no. It toughened me for what was coming: the Great Depression, hunger, riding the rails, living in a CCC camp, stealing, running from the law, World War II and the shame of a 4F classification. When they got desperate and finally let me do my part, I was made a medic and a flamethrower operator in the Army. So first I'd burn the Japanese out of caves, then work lik ...Täielik kirjeldus
Should anyone feel sorry for my life? Hell no. It toughened me for what was coming: the Great Depression, hunger, riding the rails, living in a CCC camp, stealing, running from the law, World War II and the shame of a 4F classification. When they got desperate and finally let me do my part, I was made a medic and a flamethrower operator in the Army. So first I'd burn the Japanese out of caves, then work like hell to save their charred bodies. Later I was assigned to examine prostitutes for V.D. What's the point of telling my story? There isn't any, unless it's to show how a mean life can cause a person to look inside and choose to do something better for his kids.