I enlisted in the Air Force in '62, and flew form N.Y. to Lackland Air Base. We arrived after midnight and were processed; we got to bed around 1:30 am. Around 4 am I heard this ungodly screaming telling us to get up and line up at attention outside in the street. The sergeant in a loud Southern drawl said, "I am not your mother, wife or girlfriend, you now belong to me." The next sound I heard was this terrible sound of the guy next to me hitting the pavement face-first. I came awake instantly and wondered what the heck did I get myself into. It is amazing how after 55 years you can still remember your first day in boot camp.

Paul Kuran, Kiowa, Colo.