In late May 1969, I joined the Air Force. It didn’t take long before I realized that for unknown reasons, I couldn’t march. It wasn’t like “Sergeant Carter and Gomer Pyle," but it was close to it. But for some unknown reason, my sergeant stuck with me and when he was having a bad day, he would confine me to the ball arks (dorm), which happened 2 or 3 times! But for that reason me and 4/5 other guys stayed back in the “dorm” while everybody else went to ____ and all that.
I did my six weeks and went onto bigger and better things. I did my time and retired in 1992 (20 years later).