Just before going to Nam, a bunch of us Grunts went to town (Oceanside) to get a tattoo. There was enough time for only about half of us to get them that night. Those of us who did not get them figured that we would return the following weekend. That week we received orders for Nam and were confined to barracks. I always figured that I would eventually get one. This past holiday season, I had a few days on hand with not much to do. I finally went and got the tattoo I planned to get in 1969. I surprised everyone.