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02/17/2004: "Vet"
I remember Ray. He was an old guy, meaning I'm probably older now than he was then. Kind of scrawny, thinning hair, a chipped tooth in front. He was a Vietnam vet and was attending my college, and he was going with a girl I knew slightly. He was studying English, I think, but from what I could see he was majoring in marijuana. As he told it, the kids in Nam would toss the soldiers bags of pot now and then. One day he saw one coming in and picked it up, only it wasn't reefer, it was a grenade, and he lost half his hand, and went home. As near as I could tell, he was reconciled to the loss, and considered that, all in all, he'd come through pretty well.
