Surprisingly during basic training at Fort Knox, Ky., we were assigned a drill instructor who was a draftee. Staff Sgt. Q liked to mess with us more than the enlisted drill instructors. Q was nearing the end of his two years and was not pleased when he was assigned to a Friday night duty. Around midnight we were awakened by crashing and banging accompanied by the cursing of our unhappy drill instructor. He had dumped over garbage cans, trashed the showers, tipped over footlockers and stripped trainees' bunks.

"If I can't sleep, nobody sleeps," he said.

We spent the rest of the night cleaning and polishing under the watchful eye of the unhappy "Short Times."