The sound of punishment

In December 1945, I was awakened from a sound sleep at about 2 a.m. one cold wintry night at Great Lakes Naval Training Center by the distinctive sound of hand-pushed lawn mowers. I learned later that a group of boots (recruits) returning from evening chow were caught smoking and their punishment was to mow the grass around their barracks after they removed the foot or so of accumulated ice and snow.

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