It’s Time to Talk About My Own Abortion Story

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I was in the U.S. Army at Ft. Gordon, Georgia. It was 1975, and I’d be getting out in 1976, a short 2-year enlistment that the Army offered back then. I was a dental assistant at the Tingay Dental Clinic on post. My boyfriend, Ken, was a dental lab tech and was a “short timer” — he was soon to be discharged. Ken made his plans to return home to North Carolina, and didn’t talk about an “us” beyond his discharge…