Farewell to my old ROTC nametag

I joined the ROTC program at Choctawhatchee High School in Fort Walton Beach, Florida, in August 1970 and remained with it until graduation in May 1973.

I made lots of friends in ROTC, and we did some interesting things, like travel to Cape Canaveral for the final moon launch, Apollo 17. We also had our own bowling team.

One part of ROTC I hated was uniform day, which I believe was every Wednesday. We were required to wear – to school – one of our two uniforms, khakis or dress blues.

I didn’t like wearing my ROTC uniform because it made me look different than everyone else. Also, in this time period the Vietnam War was winding down. Hard to believe it, especially these days when the military is practically deified, but back then service members were treated like shit. Even we high schoolers saw some of the negativity. We were yelled at, mocked, and called “baby killers.”

Throughout those three years I wore this nametag on my uniforms. Apart from my memories, it is the only physical piece of my ROTC experience I saved.

I came across it the other day while going through the mountain of items I brought home from my storage unit. I held it in my hand, remembering Sgt. Joiner, Col. Wilmot, our tiny classroom that overlooked the school auditorium in 1970, our much larger classroom at the end of the building, trying on new uniforms in the storage room, and Corps Commander Gary Sintez calling on me to drill the troops when I was only a sophomore.

I remembered those things, smiled, took this photo of the nametag, and then tossed it into the trash.

That wasn’t a statement or anything like that. I was simply tired of carrying it around with me. I’ve had that nametag 53 years. I’ve seen it four or five times over the years. Being able to physically touch it does not bring back any more memories than looking at this photo, and I’m tired of lugging around it and all of this other junk. It takes up space and serves no purpose.

I suspect my therapist thinks I’m “tidying up,” getting rid of all my worldly possessions before shipping off to another world. Why the hell would I do that? When I die, some other poor bastard will deal with my junk. That’s no skin off my nose.

Nope, if I’m tidying up, it’s for me. After a lifetime of hauling mementos and keepsakes from one location to another I’ve realized I don’t need them anymore. A photo will do just fine.

So farewell, ROTC nametag.

Oh, and I really hated Wednesdays.

About the author:

Del Stone Jr. is a professional fiction writer. He is known primarily for his work in the contemporary dark fiction field, but has also published science fiction and contemporary fantasy. Stone’s stories, poetry and scripts have appeared in publications such as Amazing Stories, Eldritch Tales, and Bantam-Spectra’s Full Spectrum. His short fiction has been published in The Year’s Best Horror Stories XXII; Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine; the Pocket Books anthology More Phobias; the Barnes & Noble anthologies 100 Wicked Little Witch Stories, Horrors! 365 Scary Stories, and 100 Astounding Little Alien Stories; the HWA anthology Psychos; and other short fiction venues, like Blood Muse, Live Without a Net, Zombiesque and Sex Macabre. Stone’s comic book debut was in the Clive Barker series of books, Hellraiser, published by Marvel/Epic and reprinted in The Best of Hellraiser anthology. He has also published stories in Penthouse Comix, and worked with artist Dave Dorman on many projects, including the illustrated novella “Roadkill,” a short story for the Andrew Vachss anthology Underground from Dark Horse, an ashcan titled “December” for Hero Illustrated, and several of Dorman’s Wasted Lands novellas and comics, such as Rail from Image and “The Uninvited.” Stone’s novel, Dead Heat, won the 1996 International Horror Guild’s award for best first novel and was a runner-up for the Bram Stoker Award. Stone has also been a finalist for the IHG award for short fiction, the British Fantasy Award for best novella, and a semifinalist for the Nebula and Writers of the Future awards. His stories have appeared in anthologies that have won the Bram Stoker Award and the World Fantasy Award. Two of his works were optioned for film, the novella “Black Tide” and short story “Crisis Line.”

Stone recently retired after a 41-year career in journalism. He won numerous awards for his work, and in 1986 was named Florida’s best columnist in his circulation division by the Florida Society of Newspaper Editors. In 2001 he received an honorable mention from the National Lesbian and Gay Journalists Association for his essay “When Freedom of Speech Ends” and in 2003 he was voted Best of the Best in the category of columnists by Emerald Coast Magazine. He participated in book signings and awareness campaigns, and was a guest on local television and radio programs.

As an addendum, Stone is single, kills tomatoes and morning glories with ruthless efficiency, once tied the stem of a cocktail cherry in a knot with his tongue, and carries a permanent scar on his chest after having been shot with a paintball gun. He’s in his 60s as of this writing but doesn’t look a day over 94.

Contact Del at [email protected]. He is also on Facebook, twitter, Pinterest, tumblr, TikTok, and Instagram. Visit his website at delstonejr.com .