Keeping a poker face while serving the bull
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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 we were still under restrictions due to the recent spinal meningitis epidemic on the post. We were restricted to our platoon area and had no contact with the other four platoons in t...
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