Singing Along With Freebird

Oghma Publishing Director, Gil Miller, waxes philosophic in his latest blog post.

The Book of Writing

Sometime in late 1983 or early 1984—the chronology is a bit fuzzy these days—I walked into the Enlisted Man’s Club at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri and saw, for the first time in my life, an entire crowd singing along—somewhat drunkenly, it must be admitted—to the Lynyrd Skynyrd song “Freebird.”

Back in those days, the Enlisted Man’s Club—or EM Club, and I make no apology for the “sexist” term, since most soldiers in those days were men—was a big, wooden box, two stories, if I remember correctly, with white clapboard-style siding. It was one big room inside, for the most part. I wasn’t a drinker (yet), so I don’t remember where the bar itself was, but I think it was opposite the door, which, following military SOP, was in the center of the front wall.

To even so much as go to the EM Club, we had to don up in…

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