If it's not too personal, can you explain? I can't quite piece that together.
And if it is too personal just ignore this or shoot me a pm and I'll edit it out.
I don't mind, but it's a weird tale that needs some background info to be put into perspective and shows how my entire career was and still is being hosed by paperwork. WARNING - Significant LEO participation.
Back in 1977 when I graduated from Texas A&M and was commissioned as an Ensign in the Navy, everyone who graduated in May had their orders by 01 May. I didn't graduate until 13 Aug as I had to take a couple of classes in the summer at A&M-Galveston due class schedule conflicts (Thank you NROTC for adding 2 additional classes as required for commissioning just prior to my senior year - they conflicted with 2 Major classes - I could either take them in Galveston over the summer and graduate 3 months "late" or 1 class each Fall/Spring and graduate a year "late".)
Well, summer graduation rolls around and the other 20 or so summer commissionees had their orders by 01 Aug. Not so for your's truly. No one could tell me why. No one could figure out what was going on. There were phone calls and messages being sen on nearly a daily basis. So on Saturday, 13 Aug, I was discharged as an E3 from the USNR-R and commissioned as an Ensign, USNR with no where to go.
I temporarily moved in w/ a class of 73 fellow Aggie bandsman who had gotten a job as a Bryan (TX) police officer. I went to the ROTC office on Monday/Tuesday and did nothing but take up space and waste air. The CO told me "We can't pay you without orders, so go home and we'll call when your orders come in."
So to home I went - 140 miles away.
Fearing the worst based on sea-stories of people being forgotten with instructions like that, I called in every day to "muster" and remind them I was alive and waiting. 2 weeks later on, 30 Aug while I was out and about, my mother received a call from the NROTC office who told them to have me call them ASAP. As this was WAY before cell phones (or even pagers), she called the Austin Police Department, explained what was going on and asked if they could "find him and tell him to call home."
As Austin wasn't that big back then (about 100K) and the police would do weird stuff like that, and as my mother knew my "general" plans for the day, it only took them about an hour to find the "Blue 1970 Ford Torino GT with Aggie Band stickers in the window". Scared the #### outta me when a cop pulled up behind me while I was sitting at a light and lit me up. Found a pay phone, called home, then got a ton of change to feed the phone for a "long distance call to College Station" ~ 80 cents, plus 25 cents every 2 minutes.
The duty officer on the other end said
"We have good news and bad news. The good news is your orders came in. The bad news is you need to be in San Diego by 1700 THURSDAY."
As this was barely 48 hours later, I told the duty officer I'd be there ASAP. He asked how long.
I said "About 2 hours."
"What?!!!!"
"Hey, sir, y'all told me to go home. I did. I'm west of Austin."
I called my mother and told her to "Wash my skivvies. I'm heading to San Diego."
So I drove (not at 55 mph) to College Station, got my orders about 1730, drove home (not at 55 mph again), stuffed the clean underwear/sock/Tshirts in the seabag, threw everything I had staged in the garage in the car. The next morning, I took off about 0630. I did not drive 55 mph to California. I arrived in SD around 1230 Thursday, got a motel room, took a shower, got all bright and spiffy in my Summer Whites, reported in around 1630. Barely made it. but looking good when I did.
All that to get to the answer of "How were you already dead?"
Well, it seems that someone F'd up in DC (Surprise, Surprise, Surprise!" and put my brand spanking new service record in the "Recently Deceased" pile. As this was during the magnetic tape and punch card era of computers, everything was still VERY manually paperwork oriented.
Took them 3 weeks to find me, raise me from the dead in the system, figure out where they had a hole to stick me and send the orders to College Station at barely the last minute for me to drive cross country at a very high rate of speed.
I was stopped by the DPS near Ft Stockton in far west TX. When I explained the situation, he let me go with a warning. He did warn me to slow down through El Paso, though.
Got stopped again near Gallup NM. Showed hin my TX warning. Same thing. Just a warning.
Got stopped in AZ about 100 miles from the California border. The trooper there was a VN vet Marine who had shipped overseas on the ship I was being stationed to (USS Denver, LPD-9, an Amphibious Transport Dock, essentially a big Marine taxi with boats and helos). Now that was 1 nice cop. He gave me police escort all the way to the AZ/CA border. There, he handed me off to a CHP, who also happened to be a Marine vet, who gave me an escort all the way to Escondido (just east of SD).
I'm not sure I would have been able to report on time in a spiffy, clean uniform without them.
So that's how I started my military career - Deceased before I was ever commissioned.
