WHAT NEXT When you tell the truth it is easy to remember what had happened because that is what you saw while you were there. My father had been in the Korean war, the chosen few. He raised three boys and one little girl by himself after mom had left when I was six years old. We boys had been raised like little marines, white shirt, black pants, white socks, black shoes, and march in a straight line and say yes sir, no sir, yes mam, no mam, with burr haircuts and well mannered. As we boys new about the woodshed if we miss behaved. But dad let it be known that Laura my little sister was to be the princess and cannot be touched. This, like anyones life has to start somewhere, this book is what happened to me on the road of life.