In the summer of 1973 I was at Fort Knox, Ky., for basic training. One Sunday, near the end of our eight weeks of training, the first sergeant came on the barracks intercom and announced that he was looking for any soldier in uniform with a military driver's license to report to the orderly room. Since we had the day off, a few of us did as he asked. When we reported to the first sergeant we had to present our driver's licenses. Once he looked them over he pointed to a row of lawn mowers and barked," Start driving!" That was the last time, in my 41 years of service, that I ever volunteered for anything without being aware of the outcome.

CW5 (ret.) John J. Purpuro
Montana Army National Guard
East Helena, Mont.