NEW AUTHOR - Jim Gibson
Not Paid Eleven Cents an Hour to Think
by Jim Gibson
Jim Gibson was flying to the other side of the world, barreling toward what he feared could be the end of his life. In 1968, five hundred American soldiers were dying every week in Vietnam.
Outfitted in brand new, scratchy, combat jungle fatigues and boots, the twenty-year-old Army Private and trained Combat Medic found himself on a plane to a place he had never been, to fight a war he didn’t believe in.
Young men like him were being drafted against their will every day, called into a war that made no sense to them. Vietnam, they thought, was a war orchestrated by relics; old white men and corrupt politicians willing to expend countless lives for personal gain.
Still, it was no use to resist. There was nowhere to go, and the FBI made sure there was noplace to hide.