Originally Posted by F4phantom

I have no idea why this happened but on March 23, 1965 a big dog bus dropped us off in a huge parking lot (aka drill field) at 0430. After the last guy got off the bus the driver said good luck, closed the door and drove off. There was an old wooden barracks with a light on over the door. We must have stood in the area for about ten minutes. Probably long enough for a couple of D.I.'s to get dressed. The silence was broken when a D.I. came rushing out of the barracks screaming his lungs out yelling for us to get into the barracks.
Once inside the barracks he continued to shout. I learned then to keep my mouth shut. Someone else brought in a small reel to reel tape recorder.

We were told to empty our pockets on the bunk behind us and turn all the pockets inside out. Two D.I.'s with a metal a metal garbage can came around to each person and collected all the weapons and other prohibited stuff. I was near the end and when they got to me the trash can was nearly half full with zip guns, brass knuckles, straight razors and other items of mayhem.

Finally they turned on the tape recorder and told us not to say a word. They left the room and didn't come back for about fifteen minutes. That was when I asked myself, "is this worth it". Oh the fun we had.