I served in the United States Army for two years. I volunteered for the draft which just meant my induction date was moved up one month. It was a choice between my brother or myself. He already had a good paying job and I was still searching for work after graduating college. The job market had tanked in 1969. Anyway, I ended up in the infantry in Nam. I was wounded twice. The second time I was medivaced back to the states. I did not regret my decision. It was either me or my brother. As it turned out, if I had not moved my induction date up I would not have been drafted.
While I was in the army I had zero thoughts about wearing women's clothing. I was consumed with surviving. I fit nicely into a "man's world." I ascribe to the concept my PTSD counselor espoused. She is of the opinion that each man and woman has some dna of the opposite sex. In some it is more than others. I find it easy to go through life as a man. I strongly believe my male dna components arose to the occasion during that period of my life. It's a little perplexing because since that time the female component asserts itself to relieve stresses from that time.
