59 years ago I joined the Army in Berkeley. Life-changing, as it turned out. I wasn't expecting that. I was expecting to pass time so I could figure out who the hell I was since at Cal Tech I learned I didn't really have the chops to be a "pure mathematician," which is what I had thought I was through high school. That's why I left with a B average.
Berkeley was too much fun out of class in those days before the Free Speech Movement, so I stopped going. Looked like I'd be drafted so I joined.
My recruiter put me in the Security Agency because I had some college, this meant I took some special tests in Basic, I aced the language aptitude test and got sent to Monterey to study Russian for a year. I came out a linguist/spy with a high clearance and got sent to Germany.
My colleagues, by and large, were older, with MAs on PhD programs not wanting to get drafted. So they joined. No deferments in the humanities in those days. So I had all these big brothers whose interests were new to me -- history, literature, philosophy, political science -- and the Army broadened my education, revealed a talent for drinking with the big boys, and gave me a romantic notion of the writer. Quite a few of them wanted to be writers. Thomas Wolfe was a favorite then, just spill your guts out on paper and let some editor put it together. Writing as confession.
I came out as confused as ever but the seeds for change had been planted. I worked, I returned to college, I started a PhD program in American Lit, I ended up with an MFA in Playwriting.
I strange and long journey, that began 59 years ago to the day when a recruiter said, I think I'll put you in the Army Security Agency, I don't get too many guys that qualify.
Berkeley was too much fun out of class in those days before the Free Speech Movement, so I stopped going. Looked like I'd be drafted so I joined.
My recruiter put me in the Security Agency because I had some college, this meant I took some special tests in Basic, I aced the language aptitude test and got sent to Monterey to study Russian for a year. I came out a linguist/spy with a high clearance and got sent to Germany.
My colleagues, by and large, were older, with MAs on PhD programs not wanting to get drafted. So they joined. No deferments in the humanities in those days. So I had all these big brothers whose interests were new to me -- history, literature, philosophy, political science -- and the Army broadened my education, revealed a talent for drinking with the big boys, and gave me a romantic notion of the writer. Quite a few of them wanted to be writers. Thomas Wolfe was a favorite then, just spill your guts out on paper and let some editor put it together. Writing as confession.
I came out as confused as ever but the seeds for change had been planted. I worked, I returned to college, I started a PhD program in American Lit, I ended up with an MFA in Playwriting.
I strange and long journey, that began 59 years ago to the day when a recruiter said, I think I'll put you in the Army Security Agency, I don't get too many guys that qualify.
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