"You look so handsome, with your hair cut ," was my sweet Mother's way of suggesting my hair had become long and rebellious and should be lopped off. Of course I look like my Dad and she married him in the short haired 40's, that may have something to do with her prejudiced attitude.
I'm very peaceful in spirit, but got drafted, trained infantry, went to Vietnam with my m-60 machine gun and after life changing events got back to Fort Hood to await my departure date. Time arrived, mind you I am 25 years old, college degree, combat experience which I did not want, couldn't shoot a rabbit earlier in life because I liked them more alive.
I am packed ready to leave the army. In to get my discharge papers signed by the captain, then on my way.
"Get you hair cut and then I'll sign your discharge" he said with what I thought was a cocky grin. Taken aback, way back, anger filled me, "why" I asked myself? I got it cut, he signed my dd214 and most of me went on my way,except for that little bit I left in the office. Not some knuckle skin, but rather the realization it was the "power" not the "people" that really matter.
I get my hair cut now when I want, and not before.
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