Fort Lawton is no longer there. It used to be on a bluff in Seattle overlooking the entrance to Puget Sound.
I arrived there, and was made Company Clerk of Company "B", one of the companies that held troops scheduled for shipment to the Far East. "B" was a bit different in that we not only held troops for water shipment, but also some urgently needed personnel who were sent by air. As a result, we not only had the usual complement of army personnel, but also a small air force group who arranged the air shipments.
I had several First Sergeants in the approximately year and a half I was there, but I only remember the name of the first one -- a Sergeant Hopkins. He was a grizzled old fellow who had been recalled when the U.S. entered the Korean fray. He taught me just about everything I needed to know as a Company Clerk. He served his additional time, and some months after my arrival he returned to civilian life.
But the story I want to tell is about one Master Sergeant whose name I don't recall. He was a short, stocky fellow, with a gruff attitude, but he and I got along all right. One day he said to me that there was a blood drive going on. He was going, and did I want to go with him? It wasn't an order, and I suppose I could have said "No", but I had given blood as a civilian, and it didn't bother me. So on the appointed day, off we went. He went in first, and when I was finished with my donation, I came out looking for him. "Where is my First Sergeant?" I asked. "Oh, he'll be out in a little while. He passed out". I never said a word. I may have snickered a bit.
Note to knitalot3: Yes, I are home. The Emergency Room crew fitted me with a cast shoe. Just goes on with velcro, so I can take it off at night.
~ I love cooking with wine. Sometimes I even put it in the food.
~ Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!
~ The gene pool could use a little chlorine.
~ Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
~ I'm not a complete idiot. Some parts are missing.
~ Out of my mind. Back in five minutes