In the summer of 1954 I arrived at Lackland Air Base in San Antonio. For basic training, after we were processed in, we were given our future mailing address for families back home.
After several days we had our first mail call, but I wasn’t getting any mail. The drill instructor would call out for a ‘Blackstone’ and no one would come forward. After the third time this happened I had the nerve to ask, ”Sir, could that be Ballesteros?” The DI immediately got in my face, gave me hell and handed me my mail.
By the second week the tech. sgt. made me flight leader and right guide for the duration of basic training.