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A’ wetback’ Houston kid never solved his family’s money hassles until he began serving in Iraq

Pepe Salazar lived as a “wetback” in Houston Texas in the 1990’s. That was when he was bouncing from one low-paying job to the next. 

He never seemed to have enough money to sufficiently help his family — also illegals — or buy big sacks of food, or buy his girl friend presents or take her to the gringo restaurants she fancied.  

He spent considerable time in Houston’s Sharpstown Mall shopping center wishing about all the good stuff for sale. He kept passing an Army enlistment office every time he came in off the street. Sometimes he stopped to study the ads the sergeant in charge changed every two weeks. 

One early mid-day, the very well-pressed sergeant came out and said hello. 

Pepe was studying all the sleek hype in the window and on the wall behind the sergeant’s desk. 

“Morning,” he said to Pepe. “Quiet day.”

“I hardly ever see anybody in the office.”

“Later,”  the sergeant smiled. “In late afternoon. After work.” 

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