D E Larsen DVM
EDITOR’S NOTE: The following column contains graphic anatomical descriptions.
I held my three cards firmly and a little cupped, so the three aces were out of view to the other players and the crowd of half-dressed GIs watching the game.
It was Saturday evening in mid-October, and poker was the best entertainment available to our platoon. We were in the middle of basic training at Fort Ord.
This was 1965, and…