I remember getting off of the bus at 3 a.m. and on yellow footprints on deck by Iron Mike at P.I. with the D.I.s yelling. I wrote and told my mom not to write me or send any cookies or candy so I wouldn't be noticed. After rifle range that all changed. I shot the high score and after that got yelled at all the time; D.I.s learned my name. Graduation day, June 14, 1950, I recall fondly being called a Marine.