November 1960, Ft Jackson SC. We all remember how this adventure begins. The bus stops, the door opens and the DIs start making our life miserable. I am 18yo and SCARED ----LESS. Halfway into Basic I was thinking that it can't get any worse. Then we entered the GAS CHAMBER; no one can forget this day.
From Ft. Jackson came Ft. Gordon Ga. for MP school. This made Basic training seem like a cake walk. When it was all done, I was proud and confident.
The timing for this Adventure was good because I missed the"CLUSTER F..K" of Vietnam.
Over and Out

Scott