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YOU'RE IN THE ARMY NOW !
Ohhhhhhhhh Yessssssssss..... I remember this day very well. Just like it was yesterday.
April 1st, 1968
I reported to Newark NJ to be transported to the Army Base that I'd be taking my basic training in. After saying my good-byes to my parents and brother I turned around with only the clothes on my back and went up the steps. I was only 19 years old. Scared to death....all alone....no one from my home town was going in the Army at the same time as I was. I didn't know anyone at all...but I did know one thing. I am gay.
Now you have to stop and think about this. The year is 1968 and Nam was still going on. The policy of "don't ask, don't tell" wasn't in force yet. Thousands of guys my age were being drafted (yes, the draft was still in affect). But, dummy me, enlisted only because "they" told me that if I enlisted that I wouldn't be going over to Nam during my first year in. I figured that maybe, just maybe, Nam might end during that year so maybe I better enlist. Plus, I got to pick out the MOS (Military Occupational Speciality) (job) that I wanted. I picked out a clerical job only because I was good at typing in high school. If I was in the mood, I could type at 105 wpm with no errors. And yes, that was on a manual typewriter, not electric.
Anyway, off I went, thru the physical testing and written tests. The physical exam wasn't so bad. A couple of hundred guys stripped down to their undies walking around with their paperwork while doctors, or whatever they were, poked here and there and made you say "Ahhhhhhhhhh" and some other guy told you to drop your underwear and bend waaaaaaaaaay over and spread your cheeks. A hand came from somewhere and shoved its finger up yer ass feeling for God only knows what - maybe a lost ring or watch... I dunno. He was not very gentle! I'm still wondering if that really was his finger? Then we all had to line up in a single file only to have some doctor or whatever he was squeeze our balls and tell us to cough. I could barely breathe let alone cough!
I guess I passed their tests because today I'm off for basic training at Fort Dix, NJ (what a name for an army base!)
We boarded the bus around 4 in the afternoon en route to Fort Dix. I forget how long it took us to get there....but....we did. The yelling and screaming from the drill sergeants started the minute we got off of the bus. Somebody's nose was in your face and all you could see was mouths open with loud obnoxious words coming from them.
"You're mine now, you fuckin low life!"
"You're the scum of the earth!"
"You'll eat shit and love it!"
"Your Mother wears combat boots!"
The list goes on and on. But I'm sure you get the idea. And THIS was going to make a "man" out of me?
Fortunately, I had a cousin go thru this a few months earlier and told me that all this stuff was basically a game that I was going to have to play. So, I figured that I'd play along rather than to make any "waves" or "trouble". Its really hard to ignore someone that has their nose on your nose and their lips almost touching yours, screaming words as loud as he could in your face, words that went into this ear and out the other!
Anyway, we had to line up again, single file as our issue of GI clothing was given to us. We walked through this huge building while guys fitted us as best they could with our Army shirts, pants, socks, underwear, shoes and boots and hats and belts. The duffel bag was issued first so we could shove everything else into it.
Then as soon as you left the building you started running in a single file to the barracks area. Roll call was taken and you were told what barracks you'd be staying in and what bunk and locker was yours. After you shoved your duffel bag into the locker you reported back outside again to be ushered to the mess hall to get some so-called "food". Everyone was famished but this GI food wasn't all that great believe me. We were told to eat as fast as we could and to report back outside again. Eating that fast, you really didn't have time to taste anything, it just filled you up. We walked back to the barracks in single file and were bedded down for the night. Day one of Army life was completed and I was still alive!
You ARE joking!
Its 4:45 AM and some idiot is hollering in the barracks for us all to wake up, get dressed and fall in outside for something called Reveille. I was used to going to bed at this time NOT getting OUT of bed. This is bullshit! But everyone drug their asses out of their bunks, got dressed and went outside to listen to some idiot making a feeble attempt at blowing a bugle while we stood at a "so called" attention while saluting a flag that you couldn't even see because it was still dark out. Then we were dismissed and told to go back into the barracks, get showered and shaved and re-dressed in full Army issue and fall back outside again in one hour.
ONE HOUR!
That's over 200 guys in my company trying to get a shower and shaved and dressed in only ONE hour. Somehow....we did it. The drill sergeants called out names and according to our height lined us up in a squad. "A" Company was comprised of so many squads. "B" Company was comprised of so many squads. "C", "D" & "E" Companies were the same. We were told to look at the guy to our front, left side and right side and remember who we were standing next to and in back of because as long as we were in this company, that's where we would always be standing. Then the drill sergeants started to take us to the mess hall for breakfast.
We had one hour for everyone to eat and get back outside. If you had the time you light up a cigarette and just set around where ever until that hour was up. Then you had to fall back in formation and wait for further instructions. Today was pretty easy. First we all had to get our hair cut. Then we had some shots to get... who knows what they were for! Some guys cried when they got their haircut. Some guys cried and/or passed out when we got our shots. We had our lunch at the mess hall, same ritual that we went through for breakfast. Then in the afternoon they gave us time off to get stuff straightened out in the barracks. We had to learn the Army way to make up a bunk and the Army way to hang up our clothes. I'm surprised there wasn't an Army way to wipe our ass or jerk off, maybe there was and I didn't listen...I dunno
Around 4 PM we had to go back outside in formation to be led over to the mess hall for our dinner. Dinner started at 5 PM and we had one hour to eat and get back outside in formation again. During this formation the drill sergeants picked out the guys that were going to pull KP (Kitchen Patrol)
that night and the ones that would pull Guard Duty. Lucky me, I got picked for KP.
KP started at 8 pm and went for twelve hours until 8 AM the next morning. I got picked to peel potatoes. I never knew that the USA grew that many potatoes! HUGE pots of potatoes all around me and they just never ended. I hand peeled every potato that was ever grown I believe. But it could have been worse...the guy across from me had to chop onions the whole twelve hours. Some guys had to clean pots and pans with huge wads of steel wool for twelve hours.
KP sucked....big time! I didn't like this at all. Somehow I was never going to do this again. I didn't know how but I'd figure out a way....believe me !
A few days later I got picked for Guard Duty. Guard Duty wasn't bad....it was just boring. You walked by yourself around a building with a rifle that had no bullets. I guess that makes sense.
Anyway, back in the barracks we took turns all night long doing Fire Patrol. As soon as lights went out the first person would walk back and forth along the hallway making sure that no one had started a fire in the barracks. After thirty minutes of this, he woke the second person and they did the same thing and so on and so on. Finally, about 3:30 AM, it was my turn. I rolled out of my bunk and started to walk the hall dressed only in my OD Green Army Issue boxer shorts. One trip down the hall and starting back again and I noticed a light coming from around the door of this particular room. So, I went over to the door and shoved it open. There sat my Drill Sergeant in his tighty whities reading a Playboy magazine as he sat behind a desk. I was amazed to see him and asked him why he was there. He told me to come in and explained to me that he was doing CQ duty (Charge of Quarters). He had to be on duty all night but was off work the next day.
There was a mattress on the floor that he was allowed to lay on to take naps but he couldn't sleep all night long. There was an alarm clock next to the mattress on the floor. He got up from behind the desk with an obvious hard-on snaking up his shorts and laid down on the mattress on his back still holding the Playboy magazine in his hand. I sat on the edge of the desk he just got up from and was telling him how much I hated KP & Guard Duty. I asked him what I could do so as to never be picked for those duties again. He just smiled and pointed to his dick and said that if I gave him a blow job he'd make sure I never had to do them again.
Guess who never pulled KP nor guard duty ever again while in basic training?
By the way, my Drill Instructor was about 5'7", blond hair, blue eyes, smooth all over and pretty muscular....a real knock-out !
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PART 1
Ohhhhhhhhh Yessssssssss..... I remember this day very well. Just like it was yesterday.
April 1st, 1968
I reported to Newark NJ to be transported to the Army Base that I'd be taking my basic training in. After saying my good-byes to my parents and brother I turned around with only the clothes on my back and went up the steps. I was only 19 years old. Scared to death....all alone....no one from my home town was going in the Army at the same time as I was. I didn't know anyone at all...but I did know one thing. I am gay.
Now you have to stop and think about this. The year is 1968 and Nam was still going on. The policy of "don't ask, don't tell" wasn't in force yet. Thousands of guys my age were being drafted (yes, the draft was still in affect). But, dummy me, enlisted only because "they" told me that if I enlisted that I wouldn't be going over to Nam during my first year in. I figured that maybe, just maybe, Nam might end during that year so maybe I better enlist. Plus, I got to pick out the MOS (Military Occupational Speciality) (job) that I wanted. I picked out a clerical job only because I was good at typing in high school. If I was in the mood, I could type at 105 wpm with no errors. And yes, that was on a manual typewriter, not electric.
Anyway, off I went, thru the physical testing and written tests. The physical exam wasn't so bad. A couple of hundred guys stripped down to their undies walking around with their paperwork while doctors, or whatever they were, poked here and there and made you say "Ahhhhhhhhhh" and some other guy told you to drop your underwear and bend waaaaaaaaaay over and spread your cheeks. A hand came from somewhere and shoved its finger up yer ass feeling for God only knows what - maybe a lost ring or watch... I dunno. He was not very gentle! I'm still wondering if that really was his finger? Then we all had to line up in a single file only to have some doctor or whatever he was squeeze our balls and tell us to cough. I could barely breathe let alone cough!
I guess I passed their tests because today I'm off for basic training at Fort Dix, NJ (what a name for an army base!)
We boarded the bus around 4 in the afternoon en route to Fort Dix. I forget how long it took us to get there....but....we did. The yelling and screaming from the drill sergeants started the minute we got off of the bus. Somebody's nose was in your face and all you could see was mouths open with loud obnoxious words coming from them.
"You're mine now, you fuckin low life!"
"You're the scum of the earth!"
"You'll eat shit and love it!"
"Your Mother wears combat boots!"
The list goes on and on. But I'm sure you get the idea. And THIS was going to make a "man" out of me?
Fortunately, I had a cousin go thru this a few months earlier and told me that all this stuff was basically a game that I was going to have to play. So, I figured that I'd play along rather than to make any "waves" or "trouble". Its really hard to ignore someone that has their nose on your nose and their lips almost touching yours, screaming words as loud as he could in your face, words that went into this ear and out the other!
Anyway, we had to line up again, single file as our issue of GI clothing was given to us. We walked through this huge building while guys fitted us as best they could with our Army shirts, pants, socks, underwear, shoes and boots and hats and belts. The duffel bag was issued first so we could shove everything else into it.
Then as soon as you left the building you started running in a single file to the barracks area. Roll call was taken and you were told what barracks you'd be staying in and what bunk and locker was yours. After you shoved your duffel bag into the locker you reported back outside again to be ushered to the mess hall to get some so-called "food". Everyone was famished but this GI food wasn't all that great believe me. We were told to eat as fast as we could and to report back outside again. Eating that fast, you really didn't have time to taste anything, it just filled you up. We walked back to the barracks in single file and were bedded down for the night. Day one of Army life was completed and I was still alive!
You ARE joking!
Its 4:45 AM and some idiot is hollering in the barracks for us all to wake up, get dressed and fall in outside for something called Reveille. I was used to going to bed at this time NOT getting OUT of bed. This is bullshit! But everyone drug their asses out of their bunks, got dressed and went outside to listen to some idiot making a feeble attempt at blowing a bugle while we stood at a "so called" attention while saluting a flag that you couldn't even see because it was still dark out. Then we were dismissed and told to go back into the barracks, get showered and shaved and re-dressed in full Army issue and fall back outside again in one hour.
ONE HOUR!
That's over 200 guys in my company trying to get a shower and shaved and dressed in only ONE hour. Somehow....we did it. The drill sergeants called out names and according to our height lined us up in a squad. "A" Company was comprised of so many squads. "B" Company was comprised of so many squads. "C", "D" & "E" Companies were the same. We were told to look at the guy to our front, left side and right side and remember who we were standing next to and in back of because as long as we were in this company, that's where we would always be standing. Then the drill sergeants started to take us to the mess hall for breakfast.
We had one hour for everyone to eat and get back outside. If you had the time you light up a cigarette and just set around where ever until that hour was up. Then you had to fall back in formation and wait for further instructions. Today was pretty easy. First we all had to get our hair cut. Then we had some shots to get... who knows what they were for! Some guys cried when they got their haircut. Some guys cried and/or passed out when we got our shots. We had our lunch at the mess hall, same ritual that we went through for breakfast. Then in the afternoon they gave us time off to get stuff straightened out in the barracks. We had to learn the Army way to make up a bunk and the Army way to hang up our clothes. I'm surprised there wasn't an Army way to wipe our ass or jerk off, maybe there was and I didn't listen...I dunno
Around 4 PM we had to go back outside in formation to be led over to the mess hall for our dinner. Dinner started at 5 PM and we had one hour to eat and get back outside in formation again. During this formation the drill sergeants picked out the guys that were going to pull KP (Kitchen Patrol)
that night and the ones that would pull Guard Duty. Lucky me, I got picked for KP.
KP started at 8 pm and went for twelve hours until 8 AM the next morning. I got picked to peel potatoes. I never knew that the USA grew that many potatoes! HUGE pots of potatoes all around me and they just never ended. I hand peeled every potato that was ever grown I believe. But it could have been worse...the guy across from me had to chop onions the whole twelve hours. Some guys had to clean pots and pans with huge wads of steel wool for twelve hours.
KP sucked....big time! I didn't like this at all. Somehow I was never going to do this again. I didn't know how but I'd figure out a way....believe me !
A few days later I got picked for Guard Duty. Guard Duty wasn't bad....it was just boring. You walked by yourself around a building with a rifle that had no bullets. I guess that makes sense.
Anyway, back in the barracks we took turns all night long doing Fire Patrol. As soon as lights went out the first person would walk back and forth along the hallway making sure that no one had started a fire in the barracks. After thirty minutes of this, he woke the second person and they did the same thing and so on and so on. Finally, about 3:30 AM, it was my turn. I rolled out of my bunk and started to walk the hall dressed only in my OD Green Army Issue boxer shorts. One trip down the hall and starting back again and I noticed a light coming from around the door of this particular room. So, I went over to the door and shoved it open. There sat my Drill Sergeant in his tighty whities reading a Playboy magazine as he sat behind a desk. I was amazed to see him and asked him why he was there. He told me to come in and explained to me that he was doing CQ duty (Charge of Quarters). He had to be on duty all night but was off work the next day.
There was a mattress on the floor that he was allowed to lay on to take naps but he couldn't sleep all night long. There was an alarm clock next to the mattress on the floor. He got up from behind the desk with an obvious hard-on snaking up his shorts and laid down on the mattress on his back still holding the Playboy magazine in his hand. I sat on the edge of the desk he just got up from and was telling him how much I hated KP & Guard Duty. I asked him what I could do so as to never be picked for those duties again. He just smiled and pointed to his dick and said that if I gave him a blow job he'd make sure I never had to do them again.
Guess who never pulled KP nor guard duty ever again while in basic training?
By the way, my Drill Instructor was about 5'7", blond hair, blue eyes, smooth all over and pretty muscular....a real knock-out !
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