Basic Training And
The Accidental Pink Underwear
Fort Dix, New Jersey
A True Story
Revised September-2,-2011 for font, font size, spelling corrections and paragraph style.
A lot of what I write about is the everyday experiences that evoke nostalgia from when I was a kid or when I was in the Army. I think everyone has a story or two they would like to tell but don’t know how to go about it. I have always wanted to write a book ever since I was in Vietnam in 1968 - and even created a daily diary and now I have the pleasure of it being a Smashwords e-book featured at Barnes and Noble.
This story comes from my memory bank and is about basic training at Fort Dix, New Jersey beginning on March 6, 1966. That was the day we said goodbye to “mommy” and boarded a bus for Dix. I remember it being a particularly cold New England winter day standing with a number of other inductees outside the recruiting station in Springfield, Mass where we had recently taken our oath of enlistment.
I was 19 years old, weighed 124 pounds (wet) and apprehensive about what lie ahead. My dad was a drummer in The Korean War. He was stationed stateside and played for all the dignitaries and even charmed Truman at The White House at a state dinner. As the story was told to me, he and 8 other musicians were invited to play for some “far beyond rich” King - probably some oil rich oil baron. They were practicing in a side room near where they were to perform when President Truman walked in on them and asked if they had eaten yet.