akbeemer
SURVIVOR
In 1973 I was in basic at FT Knox, KY. After three weeks we got our first free time; from 1700 hrs on Saturday to 1700 hrs Sunday. Mid-morning on Sunday the barracks was quiet as everyone slept in and slept off the night before. The calm was interrupted by a loud, blood curdling scream that went on for a very long time. As people responded they found one of our platoon members standing in front of a mirror and staring at his chest. The night before he had decided in a drunken haze to get a tattoo. Not any tattoo, but one of a Bald Eagle, as displayed in the Great Seal of the United States on American currency. There was a wingtip on the bicep of each arm, the top of the head was at the base of his neck and the talons were well below his belly button. I don’t recall if the olive branch and arrows were present. Of course, a tattoo of that size takes many trips to the tattoo parlor, so what this guy had was the outline of the Eagle and an inch or so of one wingtip colored. It came out later that he had paid several hundred dollars for the entire job in advance.