My drill instructor was intense, and today he is a survivalist expert. One day I was cleaning the dorm and he was yelling and screaming how lousy we were and how unclean the place was. At that moment a cockroach appeared in the corner. He looked at it, looked at me and ordered me to give a reporting statement to the cockroach as it scurried along. To say the least, I wanted to be the cockroach and scurry out of there as soon as possible.
M. Downs, Nashville, Tenn.