June 2015
The Last Thing in His Wallet
An old-timer remembers the day he lost everything—but a prayer
I came in two weeks after my 21st birthday, and I’m 73 now. I can still remember gulping down a glass of wine when I was 7 and getting that indescribable feeling. My next drink was in high school, seven years later. I blacked out often, but I thought everyone else did too. I joined the U.S. Marine Corps in 1959. After basic training I was given a demanding job and I drank like the rest of the guys. I was soon shipped to Okinawa for a tour, where alcohol was readily available.
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