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.
Other fun:
~ 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
#5 in the list had me laugh out loud so that Richard had to ask what was so funny.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's always the biggest men with the queasiest reaction to the sight of blood--my short then-doctor got saved by the observant nurse noticing my 6'8" husband swaying and about to tumble over on the guy, and ordered hubby to go sit down. Over there. Now.