This is a photo of Stan Taylor. He was my best friend while I was a Soldier.
We spent time together at Fort Bragg, N.C. We then went on to Fort Lee Va. After that we spent about 9 months together in Fort Carson, in Colorado. Stan was the one that got me transportation to the Medics when I broke my ankle in a Touch football game...
Stan & I then got shipped to Viet Nam. We even got to work together. Delivering food to various & sundry places.
One Month into our Viet Nam deployment Stan was told that he could not hang with me because he was black & I was white.
Stan was scared for his life, so we did not mix.
1968 was a tumultuous time.
Stan knew I could play some ball. So he arranged for a 1 on 1 basketball tournament on the dirt court outside our Barracks.
Stan told me that about 25 people signed up...he told me there are only 4 white guys.
The "tournament" went on for 4 nights...as Stan predicted...I won!
Stan was a slick guy...he gave me about $800.00 which enabled me to buy Timmy's Seiko graduation watch, Dad's pinky ring, my reel to reel tape player, my Speakers, Receiver & Pioneer turn table!
To this day I wonder how much Stan pocketed?
he was a slick one