let’s talk about the fun and games all day every day was spent learning how to aim and fire the weapon.

Hours and hours of snapping in, practicing aiming and squeezing the trigger.

On hot days we could with permission roll the sides up (seldom given).

At night they were rolled down and secured it was almost not worth the trouble to roll the sides up.

He had his full issue of clothing winter greens, summer khakis and being from Chicago even the heavy wool overcoat. The DI gave him no breaks, sweat would pour off his head and soak his clothes. On Sundays all through boot camp you could attend church service on base in formation.

We were allowed to purchase a certain number of Sunday newspapers for a few short hours on Sunday morning this was the only contact we had with the out side world other than our letters from home.

It was a series of rolling hills and gullys, with the rifle ranges located in the lowest valleys.

We were bussed up to Mathews in old grey Navy buses, with our rifles and duffel bags.They were known a big Decker and little Decker, Plugh 1 and Plugh 2 and Riley 1 and Riley 2.But I deviate from my story, one night we had turned in with lights out, now after lights out there was no talking allowed.You have probably figured I’m a old bird by now, but some of these letters really remind me just how old I’m getting to be.For instance recently there has been a spate of entries regarding the old boot rifle training camp at Camp Mathews.In boot camp we had no first name unless there was someone else with the same last name then a initial was used.