On Tuesday, December 22, 2015 at 2:56:26 AM UTC-6, Micky wrote:
On Mon, 21 Dec 2015 23:59:04 -0800 (PST), Uncle Monster
wrote:


(Or maybe one doesn't need the rock for all of these experiements.
While the water falling into the opening would slow down resurfacing,
that water has filled in the hole within a measurable number of
seconds, and the real question is, What is the acceleration of a human
of given weight and size due to buoyancy, and how long would it take
to stop downward travel and cause upward travel, and what would the
total time be? All but the downward speed could be extrapolated just
from measurements made by releasing floating balls from an underwater
device.)

How many tours did your brother do in Nam?

Just one year. At Can Tho for about 4 months and Cu Chi for 8.

He's a doctor, and might have been drafted as an intern, but the army
encouraged people like him to enlist and then they would let you
finish your residency before you had to serve. That way the army got
a specialist instead of a GP. My brother is a radiologist (but
lately I've learned how much medicine he knows about other areas,
which isnt' surprising since he went to med school, but even things
which are new since school.) It was called the Berry Plan.

Then he did a year at Ft. Devins, near Boston.

My mother kept a map of Viet Nam and watched the news for stories
about the areas where he was. I just waited.

My oldest brother did two

Something to be proud of.

but none of the rest of us brothers wound up in the military during the Vietnam War even though two more off us were of draft age. (?'_')? BAM ?('_'?)

How did that happen.

We signed up and the service wanted us because of our high test scores but we were rejected for medical reasons and designated 4F. It was 30 years before a friend who had been a top Army recruiter told us why. It was allergies, the big secret for avoiding military service during the Vietnam War was allergies.
All these guys were running away to Canada, shooting off toes or claiming to be queer when all they had to do was tell the doctors that they had allergies. That's why it was a big secret and the doctors didn't tell us rejects why. (‹‹–‚‹Œ)

My lottery number was 17, but I had two shoulders that repeatedly
dislocated. They both got somewhat better after a summer's hard work,
but then I got 2000 volts from a TV and dislocated one of them, fell
back and dislocated the other. The first side came out 10 times that
month and I finally had surgery. I can't sleep with my arm above my
head anymore, but otherwise it's 36 years and doing fine.


I have fraking injuries that have built up over the years until I need two new knees and two new shoulders. If a stage coach robber tells me to reach for the sky, I'll get shot because I can't raise my arms over my head but I wouldn't be sacrificed for my fellow man because I can't hold my arms out from my sides so I can be crucified. Š™.˜‰

[8~{} Uncle Crippled Monster