Back in 1969, as I am today, I made sure that I never needlessly exposed myself to danger. We came across what appeared to be a tunnel entrance one hot day on the DMZ. Because I was a little guy, someone with a higher rank than me said, "Pineapple, you should go down in there and check it out." I said, "No, I think Johnny Sammons (who was about the same size) just got a dear john the other day, I think he'd volunteer." Johnny was asked, and sure enough, he grabbed a .45 and asked where the tunnel was. He disappeared inside and came out not a couple of heartbeats minutes later, saying "Nothing there." He may have been depressed, but he wasn't nuts.
He's another guy in my head who I never forgot. P. Apple.
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