A lover of the desert and all things western as a result of growing up in El Paso, Texas, Steve Smith moved to Southeast Arizona after forty years in the cold winters of Michigan. He lives on a “ranchette” surrounded by mountains with wife Peggy, several cats and a dog, where he is polishing several novels, short stories and a humorous memoir of his peacetime Army days.
For veterans of the fifties and sixties, this book will revive memories of duty stations where boredom and aggravation fought for dominance with the wacky humor inescapable in the living comic strip that was the Peacetime Army.
The Kitzingen Area Band was once called "a pustulent excrescence on the rigid rump of military propriety." A sax player explained: "That means we're a pimple on the Army's ass." Stationed in Bavaria in 1960, our behavior was less sternly military than wacky frat-house. So read on and find out why we were referred to post-wide as "The Fucking Band," a name that we bore with a sneaking pride.
For military veterans of every era, especially those who served in the fifties and sixties, this comical, irreverent look back at the vanished peacetime Army will revive those zany memories of Basic Training and duty stations where humor was an enlisted man's only weapon against the boredom and aggravation inescapable in days crawling with tedium and mind-numbing details called chickenshit.