And my working outfit looked just like the GI chocolate-chip camoflage, except for being plain khaki. The nametapes were no problem, nor were some leftover WWII Correspondent's shoulder flashes; but *HIATT NEWSPAPERS* wouldn't quite fit on a single-line tag above a pocket. Even *KNOX CO DAILY NEWS* was a bit too long....
Happily, *KC DAILY NEWS* fit just fine. And if those being interviewed thought that I was from a Kansas City newsrag with a larger supporting population and circulation, that was their problem. But many of the best writeups I got were not of troops from Indiana or the Midwest in any event. They were all Americans, and a pretty swell bunch of kids- even the old ones. I think a lot of that would have been ground out of them in two months, or six, or eight of a war in the sandbox, but happily, it didn't come to that.
So if I get back to my Indiana haunts, I'd be glad to drag you to an Indiana press club dinner, if you'd like. You can be the FR reporter, if you want [trained as a news photog, I hate being thought of as *just* a reporter*] but you've got to TRY at least not to take yourself too seriously.
But some of the best I've known in the racket began as teachers....
-archy-/-