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I became the chauffeur for our Battalion Commander, Major John Eisenhower, the son of the President.
               Most of the time, I took him around in a C-1 jeep or an old 1951 Chevrolet staff car.  It all depended on
               where he was going.  The speed limit on base was 15 MPH and had a bunch of four-way stops.  John
               was always concerned at each stop sign.  He remained silent, but I could tell he was always wondering if
               I’d get him hurt by pulling out in front of an oncoming vehicle.  I didn’t, but I know he always had that on
               his mind.  It was real good duty and I was proud of my accomplishment.  Here was a farm boy with mud
               and cow manure on his shoes chauffeuring around the son of the president; hop knobbing with the big
               folks and bumping elbows.  If I would have been promised I could continue to do that job, I would have
               stayed in longer than my two years.

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               Here is a little story for you; I was with the 30 Infantry Regiment.  The 29  Regiment was in Germany.
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               They wanted to switch the units out.  But not a man moved.  They did paperwork that made the 29  the
               30  and the 30  the 29 .  It was all paperwork.
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               Just before my time was up, a Lieutenant called me in for a reenlistment talk.  He said if I’d reenlist for
               three or six years the army would give me money and make me a Sergeant.  I asked if I could speak
               freely and he said: “Well, go ahead, Corporal, speak what you’ve got to say.”  I told him that my sleeve
               was not long enough to hold the rank and the money was not green enough to make me want to stay.
               He had a way about him.  When he got mad or upset his jaw would get tight and this little dimple would
               just quiver.  It quivered that day.  He said to me: “Well, this is just a formality, I have to do this.”  I said
               alright, and when you get through, you’ll already have your answer.

               When I came home after the army, I worked on a 30-acre farm for a little over two years; then I
               interviewed for a job in Lexington.  I went to work for IBM and stayed with them for thirty-three years.

               My number one accomplishment in life was marrying Billie; that’s when I started living.





































               My message to today’s youth is all about education.  I would stress the importance of staying in school;
               once you get that diploma in your pocket; nobody can take it away from you.
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