Basic Training in Florida and
BeyondPhoto of buddy at Miami
Beach"While I was in Basic Training in St.
Petersburg, Florida, I was in the Signal Corp. I had about finished
when they moved us all to Miami Beach, and stayed in former hotels. They
were harder on us there, and would keep you busy all the time. We would have to
exercise, running up and down the hotel stairs from the eighth floor where we
stayed. Have to run up stairs, clean up, then back down to go swimming. Then,
right after, had us get out, to change again. A seargant got on to me for having
a five o'clock shadow one day on the beach at roll call, so I started shaving
twice a day, when I served on KP duty. I then would get up early at 5 a.m. every
morning, and learned to shave in the dark. You couldn't burn lights at night, we
were afraid of German submarines." "If you
didn't pass inspection or something, you would have to march on a close order
drill for an hour or so, called the goon squad. It was when someone did wrong,
the whole squad would have to run on the beach for drills at full tilt. I was
glad to get shipped out the next day, just missed getting on the goon
squad.""They needed some in the Air Corp, so
they gave us a written test. I was sent to Lowery Field, in Denver,
Colorado, aboard a coal burner train. It took three days, and coal would get
in your hair and stink. On the way, one guy got sick, and had to be dropped off
on the way at a hospital because he was so weak. When we got to Denver, I
was there for about a month, and was put in a school to learn all about machine
guns that are used on planes. I had to go to the medics, and was asked if I had
ever been air sick...I told him I got close enough to touch a plane once. He
said I was about to find out, for that school was the first step to gunner
school! "That's when I told the instructor I
was a welder. He told the Captain what I said, and he gave me a test, and then
told me to go back to the barracks and wait for my orders to come through."
"In the barracks, I became friends with an
Oklahoma guy, and helped him keep the furnaces fired with coal. I buddied up
with him. He kept me off of work details. They would come around waking
everybody up with work details and K.P. He would tell them, "Don't wake him,
he's my helper, don't bother him." In Denver, I bowled for the first time,
and the Oklahoma guy showed me how to keep score. There was a dance once a week
in town, and we would rarely get a pass to go. Would be college women there. I
pretended to learn to dance a little, they had a pretty good band."
"After about three weeks, I was sent to an
Air Base in Nebraska. I walked into the office to see the Duty Seargant
to give him my papers, and he said "What the heck you doing here? We don't
need no welders here!" This was in the bomber squadron group company. I was
then sent to an Overseas Replacement Camp in Kearns, Utah. I was then
sent to Virginia in December 1943."