I took basic training in 1953 at Ft. Bliss, Texas. After about four weeks, they let us go out. I took a cab seven miles to Juarez, Mexico and got drunk, spending all my money. I recall it was two cents to cross the bridge, but as I no longer had money to cross back, they called the Military Police who gave me a ride back to the base.
The next day the sergeant took me into the desert and told me to dig a hole six by six by six. After a few hours, he pulled me out and said “Now fill it in!”