It was about our 3rd night shortly after lights out at Lackland AFB in early Aug. 1964, squadron 3726, flight 872, T.Sgt. Edwards team chief, S.Sgt. Crum team member, when I thought I heard a soft noise in the barracks. We had been forced to send all our personal items home but one of our airmen kept his harmonica. As I strained to hear the noise I realized it was him playing his harmonica very softly as to not allow the T.I. to hear it. In our flight there were about 18 from Chicago, 22 from Georgia, and a few from Louisiana and Tennessee. The tune was Dixie and after a few moments you could hear the sniffles from the homesick Southern boys.

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