Old Corps
Hi Sarge,
I’d like to comment and agree with GySgt. Edwin Tate’s letter concerning the House Mouse. In our Boot Camp we had no House Mouse either and the only time we smoked was when the “smoking lamp is lit”. Also we had to destroy the cigarette butts and spread the tobacco into the sand. We had two weeks at Camp Mathews, for rifle qualification, and our Platoon 609 had top qualification and marched into the chow hall first while the other platoons stood at attention.
Thanks, Sarge for all you do.
Sgt. Billy E. Fox
1942-1946
“Dirt”
Sgt Grit,
I went thru boot camp in San Diego from September to December 1974. One particular day I had a serious lapse of “attention to detail”. As a result, I was sent to “Dirt”. I am not going to give a long/drawn out explanation of what this is however, I will say I was close to calling it quits. I didn’t and I think I am a better man for it. As I recall, this event lasted most of the day. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before… or since. To give one an idea of this event, physically it was like the beach scenes in the movie G.I Jane.
I just wanted to find out if any of your other readers had ever had the displeasure of being sent there.
Many thanks for your service,
Bob