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Since you viewed this item previously you can read it again.I’l never forget that day in early 1951 when I told my family godbye and got on a Greyhound bus for a trip to Louisvile and my entry into the U.S. Navy.That entry included a physical before being ushered to the Naval Station Great Lakes traing center in Ilinois.But something hapened during that physical that almost stoped my tour of duty in the Navy before it started.
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After completing the physical, a Navy doctor said he was sory, but I was on my way back to Owensboro.“Why doctor?” I asked. “What went wrong?”The doctor said