This turned up in a box during my recent move from Seattle to Bellingham. I wrote it for an undergraduate creative writing class in 1989 based on some stuff Andy had told me about boot camp, and it was one of three stories I included in my application to the Iowa Writers’ Workshop the following year. I have no idea how much I changed from what he told me. And I literally have not read this in 32 years! But it was the first little seed of Radioman in my head. Gotta love the dot matrix printers!
