The President and his Old Lady

There are a few things about recovering from my wounds that I never shared before now because they were so embarrassing. This letter from President Nixon captures two of them. Throughout my childhood I used the name Bobby. By junior high school I hated that name and was using Bob while trying to transition to Robert, which I now use exclusively. Some people just wouldn't make the transition. The other was the whole prayer thing. One of my doctors in Viet Nam told me that he heard from a brother of his, who was a Doctor back in the states, that he read in his local paper about folks praying for my recovery. It was a nationally carried article asking for prayers because I was refusing to give up the ghost after getting my brains blown out. So much for my tough guy image. The doctor asked me if I wanted a copy of the article. Hell no! But the letter from the President and his Old Lady was a nice touch -- like I believe they actually prayed for me. NOT