Phone call to Mom

When I went to basic training in 1970, it was the first time I was on an airplane and woudn't you just know that the ARMY flew me all the way from Pittsburgh to Fort Ord, Calif.! After we left "reception station" with all of our shots and no hair, we were trucked to our barracks. I noticed that there was a day room on the first floor with a pay phone booth, and so on the second day I snuck down to give my mom a quick call. As I spoke to her, I felt a slight shaking of the phone booth and first thought that it was an earthquake. However, then I became aware of huge arms wrapped around the telephone booth -- my drill instructor! As calmly as possible, I told my mom that I had to hang up and cautiously opened the door of the telephone booth with my DI glaring at me. I never did that again!

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