When we take time to look back over our lives, we are often able to identify moments which influence the remainder of our time on this earth. Having spent a considerable amount of time in the military, I was exposed to a variety of body art in the form of tattoos. Even a couple of my children have gotten small and tasteful tattoos at various times over the years. I figure they are all adults(chronologically at least) and if they can handle getting poked with needles thousands of times to be able to display their personal idea of art...power to them.
On occasion, usually while sitting and having something cool to drink, and finalizing solutions for all the world's problems, I am asked if I ever contemplated getting some body art of my own. Surely, during all those years spent in the service, I had to have contemplated a tattoo to commemorate my exploits on foreign shores. I will respond that, yes, I toyed with the idea of a tattoo occasionally, but was never able to decide what it would be or where it would be located that wouldn't cause terminal embarassment when displayed. Then all thoughts of a tattoo came to a sudden halt while spending a year in Korea, known affectionately by the chamber of commerce as "The Land Of the Morning Calm".
Korea is, even today, a remote or unaccompanied tour for most soldiers. This means being left to your own devices when it comes to finding entertainment, without the minimal supervision of family and friends. Sitting in the Yongson video arcade one evening, I noticed a very sheepish soldier getting ribbed unmercifully by a couple of his buddies. I finally asked why they were being so rough on him, and they laughingly told him to show me. He gingerly raised his sleeve to reveal a very tender, fresh image of the seal of the United States Army. The eagle was resplendent in the still bright colors, and it took a second look to see that emblazoned over the eagle was the caption;