Army Days

@1958 or so

Once a year we had to re-qualify at the rifle range which was strange because all we had back at Bushy Park were 45s and Tommy Guns (and every time I cleaned one of them I felt like Dillinger).  This meant a jaunt to some English army base where I could hear the instructors giving the grunts the same wild commands that we had received in basic except these guys were louder and scarier.  I constantly was amazed at how as a draftee that I had fallen into such a strange and cushy 'sleep-in-a-bed' and spend nights at the Pub kind of job in the army - and no 'white-walls' required, mustache optional.