Ft. Dix, N.J. April 1968 – As a 19-year-old draftee, I found myself two weeks into the Army and being made a squad leader. One morning in formation, I had a private first class, one foot shorter than I, barking “Go in the barracks, get a wastebasket, and your razor!” I stood in formation with a basket over my head and shaved DRY. One of my first days – oh, what fun the next two years will be, I thought!