This is an autobiography by a young man of eighteen who saw movie news reels and feature films of the events in WW2. He knew he didn't want to get drafted into the Army with all that marching and sleeping in a hole in the ground. Patriotism drove him to Join the Navy for four years. After training in boot camp, he qualified for any school available. His thinking was who ever heard of anyone getting shot in a hospital, so he volunteered for Hospital Corpsman school. Back at the barracks He found he was the only one who had to volunteer for a school. Later while in Hospital Corp school studying a Marine came in to visit a friend, on his shoulder he had the Navy's Second-Class petty officer's hospital Corpsman's caducous. He was in the FMF (Fleet Marine Force.) The Marine Corp doesn't have a medical department, they use us A Navy Hospital Corps Man has a ninety percent Casuality rate in combat. I now know why I had to Volunteer, any one of us can be assigned. Nobody tells you anything, I will do the best I can and hope for the best.