At the end of the 13 weeks, however, we were given a three
day pass. Nobody had any money except the hillbilly and he went home
for the three days and really lived it up. Sometimes the brains are
not where they think they are. I used my three days to visit Ken
Montanye who was at Ft. Jackson in South Carolina. We met in a small
dusty Southern town halfway in between and stayed in a tourist home.
There was nothing to do in the little town so we just visited and
walked the streets. I traveled by Greyhound bus and it was so crowded
I had to stand up in front next to the driver. When I arrived back at
base they were getting ready to ship the men out to their next
outfits. I received a letter telling me that I had passed the test
for the Air Corp and the company commander told me to stay there and
not leave with the rest.
The camp was empty for a week except for the sergeants who were
instructors and myself. I did KP duty and cleaned barracks until the
next group arrived. The next thirteen weeks I spent working around
the base and when they went an maneuvers I drove the supply truck. We
would go ahead about ten miles and I would set up the officer's tent,
Wood floor and cots. The new group would hike the ten miles and pitch
their pup tents. I Just crawled under a truck and slept in the sand.
Sometimes during this period I got a pass and went down to Ft.
Jackson and stayed a few days with Ken in his barracks.
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