An Army buddy and me comming home from the PX with groceries.

My wife drove across the country to be with me. We found a nice apartment on Cobb St. in Agusta, Georgia. Living off post, having a car and not having to live in the roach filled barracks pissed off many of my fellow classmates. They though we had it good, but the reality was we were in POVERTY. A trip to the PX for food and the gas that it took left us with little cash for anything else. The landlady gave us a little break on the rent if we would buy her groceries at the PX. Other than the joy of being with ones wife, we were looked down upon by the locals as nothing more than military trash. This was 1968 in the south and I was a simple kid from Montana and never in my life had I seen a "White Only" on the door of a cafe. Welcome to the real world of 1968.

An Army buddy and me comming home from the PX with groceries.

My wife drove across the country to be with me. We found a nice apartment on Cobb St. in Agusta, Georgia. Living off post, having a car and not having to live in the roach filled barracks pissed off many of my fellow classmates. They though we had it good, but the reality was we were in POVERTY. A trip to the PX for food and the gas that it took left us with little cash for anything else. The landlady gave us a little break on the rent if we would buy her groceries at the PX. Other than the joy of being with ones wife, we were looked down upon by the locals as nothing more than military trash. This was 1968 in the south and I was a simple kid from Montana and never in my life had I seen a "White Only" on the door of a cafe. Welcome to the real world of 1968.