It Wasn't Until The Late '70s That

I Was A Typical Farm Boy. I Liked The Farm. I Enjoyed The Things That You Do On A Farm, Go Down To The Drainage Ditch And Fish, And Look At The Crawfish And Pick A Little Cotton.

But As A Young Kid, I Never Did, Really Have An Ambition To Be A Farmer. I Never Thought, Gee, I Would Like To Farm, And I Want To Raise These Crops. I Didn't Quite Know What I Wanted To Do.

But In 1941, On December 8th, After The Japanese Attacked Pearl Harbor, My Mother Bought A Radio And We Listened To The War News. We'd Not Had A Radio Up To That Time. I Was Born In 1934, So I Was Seven Years Of Age.

Well, I Was Born In El Paso, Texas, It Was In The Nearest Hospital To The Family Farm.

I Saw A Large, Red Dried Swath That I Immediately Identified Clearly As Blood. I Covered The War In Vietnam. I Saw A Lot Of It [blood] There.