My best buddy quickly realized he had left his steel helmet and sidearm in our unlocked vehicle.
We had orders not to confront demonstrators so we waited until they moved away.
We eventually found his weapon with the bullets missing but there was no sign of the helmet.
Late that night, someone yelled that the helmet had been found. We rushed into the room to see some scruffy Green Party guy gesturing into the camera of Armed Forces Television.
He was wearing the missing helmet … with the nametape clearly visible.
It’s been 30 years and I can still hear the guffaws.
Keith Kappes is a columnist for The Morehead (Ky.) News. Contat him at firstname.lastname@example.org.