Arkie John
Active member
Tribulation and Triumph
On October 15, 1973 the unimaginable happened. My young wife called me at work and frantically called for assistance. I jumped in the 1969 Dodge Charger 440 Magum and tromped on it. After much gravel and burning of rubber, with my heart racing faster than the vehicle, I was well on my way down the hill of the main gate at Camp Robinson. It was during the week and the gate was unmanned, thank the Lord. It would not have mattered. I would have run the gate, hands down, leaving the MPs in my dust. No way they could have caught me at that moment
On October 15, 1973 the unimaginable happened. My young wife called me at work and frantically called for assistance. I jumped in the 1969 Dodge Charger 440 Magum and tromped on it. After much gravel and burning of rubber, with my heart racing faster than the vehicle, I was well on my way down the hill of the main gate at Camp Robinson. It was during the week and the gate was unmanned, thank the Lord. It would not have mattered. I would have run the gate, hands down, leaving the MPs in my dust. No way they could have caught me at that moment
