I was smoking cigarettes.
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Yeah, I guess the worst thing about basic training, I did learn to smoke for the first time.
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I mean, there's always that thing where they stop you when you're marching on some detail and go, "Smoke 'em if you got 'em." I never smoked 'em. Never had 'em. But somehow, you just seemed like you were missing out if you don't got 'em and don't smoke 'em in the military.
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Otherwise, you're just standing there with your finger up your nose.
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One day, some guy goes, "Hey, Bank, wanna butt?"
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He gives me a Pall Mall. I'm choking away on this thing. But the next day I had another one. Within a week, I went to the PX and bought a pack of cigarettes. By the time I left the Army I was smoking two packs a day.
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Bivouac week, it might have been three or four.
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God knows, it was tough keeping the Commies out of our barracks. A guy can jack around just so much. I needed something else to do while the guys were out there digging holes and dumping in them.
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Me and my Pall Malls somehow made it through the week.
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Finally, however, the fun of basic training ended. It was time to break up our beloved company. All these fine young Mormon men from Utah are signed up to become Airbone. They are all shipped to Fort Benning, Georgia. Then all these other fine young men signed up to be tank guys, and they sent them to Fort Knox, Kentucky. The rest of the clodbusters wound up to be spearchuckers. They were "111s" and "112s". That's the advanced infantry training. Nothing comes any worse than that.
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Then there were two guys in the entire company of 300-and-some-odd who stayed right where they were at Fort Ord.
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"Bank and Levine, fall out for BAAC school," the captain hollered.
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BAAC stood for Basic Army Administration Course. It was at the top of the hill at Fort Ord. We had to move over two whole barracks for our next assignment in the United States Army.
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No sooner did we get there, than we started giving Sgt. Bilko a run for his money in earnest. In fact, not even the Old Bilkmeister, himself, may have topped what happened next in my distinguished military career.
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In the Army, it is important to note, you get paid once a month. Key factoid in my next little drama. I don't remember, really, whether it was the last day of the month or the first day of the month. But I was what was called an E-1. That's pond scum. That's the bottom of the scale. That is buck private. That is no-nothin', man.
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Likewise, Mr. Levine got 77 bucks a month.
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