In August 1967 I was at Parris Island, S.C., where my basic training with the Marines was in progress. By the time the first couple of weeks were completed, many of the training protocols became routine. For example. at 0500 hours the drill instructor lit up the squad bay and ordered everyone to get on line. Some 80 recruits stood in two single files in their skivies while the DI counted heads.
Next, as usual, we were ordered to "Get dressed....MOVE!!!"
Every recruit broke from their column and began to assemble their uniform and get dressed. Nothing was done casually and aside from the low-level chaos of opening lockers.....strictly no talking was allowed. As my bunkmate and I got things together, elbow to elbow ,it occurred to me that our choice of uniform was very limited......just the olive drab utility pants, shirt and cap. As a brief aside from the routine, I whispered to him: "I think I'll wear my green one today." I was sure my comment was not heard by anyone else, but my bunkmate suddenly burst into a loud laugh. The comic relief was probably needed, but his outburst was not. The DI was right on us both and came up with a customary punishment.....push-ups.