He spent several years in
prison.
During training while loading the logs that braced the big guns, I
broke a finger on my right hand and consequently had difficulty doing
my laundry and writing letters. The medics put a splint of two tongue
depressors on it and I still have one knuckle that doesn't bond.
Sometimes at night we would have an alert drill and drive all the
vehicles from the motor pool into the pine woods. Sometimes I would
have to drive one of the big personnel carriers and I would grab
blankets or anything big to put behind me so could reach the floor
pedals. We drove without lights up steep banks and around curves in
that deep sand. It was pitch dark and quite an experience. Then we
would stop grab our gas masks and run into the woods as far as we
could and lay on the ground. We were supposed to put our gas masks
on, but we never did.
One day I was laying in my bunk looking at my gas mask hanging on the
wall and decided to get it down and see if it fit. it was filled
solid with cockroaches! Guess what would have happened I had put it
on out there in the dark in the woods some night! The washroom had a
cement floor and when we went in there at night We would turn on the
lights and wait for the cockroaches to disappear. The boy from the
Kentucky hills spent all his extra time doing laundry for others for
a small fee and we all thought he was just too stupid to know any
better.
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