To: Maurice Winn who wrote (200955 ) 8/27/2023 7:12:13 AM From: Snowshoe Respond to of 218005 Mq, I saw my first US Army truck when I was a little boy living in a tiny little town in the northern USA. One hot summer day a small military convoy passed by on the nearby highway, so we children wandered over to wave at the soldiers. One little girl in our group kept looking into the trucks for a guy named Elvis, who was a performer of something called "rock and roll music". Now at that age I was preoccupied with playing ball and flying kites, so needless to say I was quite surprised to find out that every girl in America above kindergarten age was in mourning because Elvis was being drafted into the US Army! Later my father explained to me that the soldiers were National Guard troops heading to their annual 2-week summer training exercise. He also implied that Elvis and his music were part of an evil communist plot to corrupt American youth. But then a year later I found out from a magazine article that Elvis was over in Europe driving a tank around Germany to protect the free world from Communist subversion. So I filed that contradiction away in a little corner of my brain labeled "Huh???". When I was in my mid-teens there was a major flood in the larger community we had moved to. The city got advance warning, so the engineering department developed a plan and ordered supplies like sand, sandbags, and plastic sheeting. School was closed for a week, and we high school students spent days building dikes as the water rose. The Red Cross ladies set up food stands for the volunteers, with mountains of sandwiches and giant pots of hot chocolate and coffee. Our governor called out the National Guard and they went into action around the state with their big US Army trucks and all sorts of other olive green equipment. Our city was cut in two because of high water along the river, but those army trucks had big tires and a high wheel base so they could drive through the flooded part of Main Street and cross the bridge without stalling their engines. Those trucks circulated back and forth, so anyone who needed to cross to the other side could flag one down and climb up into the truck bed. It was a lot of fun for people my age, but it was not so fun for those in the most hazardous areas who had their homes and businesses flooded. Such areas were later bought out and turned into park land. To be continued...