"Untitled", 6" x 6", Block print with handmade ink
Jim, Army, Vietnam
When I was in Japan I was the barracks Sergeant. It was open barracks, with hundreds of guys in there. The bathroom was just a row of open stools, and the urinal was one long trough. There was no privacy. The real advantage with being Sergeant is that you had a private little room at the end of the barracks. I remember as a present for my mother, I thought it would be nice to have an oil painting done of myself, and I had it in my room. Well one night the guys came in, and it was gone, I was off having a Coke or something. They got to my painting and hung it up in a tree, right along the row of toilets.
When I was in Japan I was the barracks Sergeant. It was open barracks, with hundreds of guys in there. The bathroom was just a row of open stools, and the urinal was one long trough. There was no privacy. The real advantage with being Sergeant is that you had a private little room at the end of the barracks. I remember as a present for my mother, I thought it would be nice to have an oil painting done of myself, and I had it in my room. Well one night the guys came in, and it was gone, I was off having a Coke or something. They got to my painting and hung it up in a tree, right along the row of toilets.