BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 329
Shortly after we arrived and I‟d parked my car out front, ready to haul ass, they
had a couple hundred of us in a big room. We were all stripped to our shorts, and I felt
like an idiot. I damned sure wasn‟t looking at anyone, since I didn‟t want to be labeled “a
queer” and get my ass kicked by a half dozen guys at once.
The sergeant told us all to squat, and every guy in the room obeyed. Except our
hero, Bill Cady. The NCO strutted over to me, fully prepared to kick ass on this fuckin‟
smart mouthed bastard, but a doctor followed and listened in.
The sergeant said in a gruff voice, “Boy, did you hear me when I just said for
everybody to squat?”
“Yes, sir! I did, sir!”
“Then why the fuck are you still standin‟, boy?”
“Sir, I can‟t squat, sir!”
The doctor looked at my leg. “You got any steel in there, young man?”
“Yes, sir! Knee to ankle, sir, and knee to hip, sir! Yes, sir, I do, sir!”
He chuckled. “You don‟t have to call me „sir‟, son. I‟m just the doctor.”
“Yes, sir! Doctor, sir! Yes, sir!”
He looked my leg over some more, felt his way around, then wrote on the chart on
his clipboard. Taking it off the clipboard, he handed it to me. “Go all the way to the end
of the line and give this to the corporal at the duty station.” He began to turn, adding,
“Oh, and put your clothes back on before you leave here.”
“Yes, sir, Doctor, sir!”
I looked pompously at all those guys, knowing damned near every one of „em was
headed for Vietnam to risk his life for Shell Oil Company, then hurried to get my clothes.
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