Tuesday, December 06, 2011
FUNNY HOW A SONG......
We were at our weekly exercise program at the Senior Center today, and the instructor was playing Christmasy music for some reason imponderable to me, when the song, "I'll Be Home for Christmas" came on. Instantly I flashed back to a time at Boot Camp in Sampson, New York. I was lying on my bunk, feeling sorry for myself because I would not be home for Christmas, but shipped out somewhere I did't know where following graduation from Boot Camp in a short time. I was very down, so much I still remember it.
Next morning, I went to the bulletin board where our next assignments were posted. I didn't much care because it would not be home.
What a shocking surprise I got. My assignment would be to Bainbridge Training Station in Maryland, and I had Delayed Orders which meant I didn't have to report until after Christmas. I could go home, and report to Bainbridge from there in a week.
In our barracks at Bainbridge the only place you could smoke was in the head, or toilet area. Cowds would gather to complain, or just talk. I went to that area where the topic was where everybody was going next. Lucky I didn't get killed that day. All of us were going directly aboard ship, or to some training facility When I mentioned I would be going to Electrician School in Bainbridge, I mentioned with the delayed orders I would have to go home for an entire week, including Christmas. I never get a break!
It didn't go over too well as you might suspect. Guess some guys going directly into war zones have no sense of humor.
Post Script: A friend from New Britain was in the same boot company. After leaving boot camp, he wenr directly aboard a ship which was torpedoed and sunk in less than a month--He survived
Next morning, I went to the bulletin board where our next assignments were posted. I didn't much care because it would not be home.
What a shocking surprise I got. My assignment would be to Bainbridge Training Station in Maryland, and I had Delayed Orders which meant I didn't have to report until after Christmas. I could go home, and report to Bainbridge from there in a week.
In our barracks at Bainbridge the only place you could smoke was in the head, or toilet area. Cowds would gather to complain, or just talk. I went to that area where the topic was where everybody was going next. Lucky I didn't get killed that day. All of us were going directly aboard ship, or to some training facility When I mentioned I would be going to Electrician School in Bainbridge, I mentioned with the delayed orders I would have to go home for an entire week, including Christmas. I never get a break!
It didn't go over too well as you might suspect. Guess some guys going directly into war zones have no sense of humor.
Post Script: A friend from New Britain was in the same boot company. After leaving boot camp, he wenr directly aboard a ship which was torpedoed and sunk in less than a month--He survived
# posted by Noonski @ 5:36 PM 
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See that, Dad...You really are a lucky person. Don't forget that! You could have been killed as a teenager, then you wouldn't have had 8 darling children and a lifetime of poverty, er, I mean fun.
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