My Unforgettable Southern Experience I Cautiously had to Put Up With
This was #5 on my post about 14 Unusual Things on my other personal blog. I transferred it here because it was to long to include in a short (you gotta be kidding!) list. Read about my unforgettable southern experience here.
- Numbers 1-4 are on my Charles Harmon blog. See link at bottom of page.
- I hated Southern California so I enlisted in the Army to go to Germany…
- but went to the South (of the USA) instead of Germany which I signed up for.
- Numbers 6-14 are on my Charles Harmon blog. See link at bottom of page.
It turned out that after Basic Training the Army changed their policy. It required people going overseas (except Korea) to spend a minimum of 3 years in the service in order to be eligible to go overseas.
I had volunteered for 3 years in the Army. So I spent about 3 months in Basic training. After that I didn’t have 3 years left to serve. Re-enlisting for at least a year just to go to Germany was out of the question.
I Volunteered for the Shortest and Hardest Duty the Army OfferedI didn’t want to spend any more time in the military than I had to. So I opted for the hardest thing the Army had without spending extra time for auxiliary training.
I volunteered for the Paratroopers.
Bad Luck because I was stationed in the South near the Kentucky Tennessee border at Ft. Campbell Kentucky! It was a great base, but unfortunately it was in the south or southern states.
Me being from the North and also California, that didn’t sit well with me.
Unfortunately my Sergeant disliked me and my best friend and busted both of us for essentially nothing, a made-up reason. But I made the best of a bad situation. I vowed to get back at him.
After all, what’s a 21 year old college student to do? I said college student because even though I had completed two years in Junior college. Although I was in the Army, I was also taking a University of Wisconsin correspondence class.
Getting Punished for something over 100 others did without Punishment
It’s a bad deal when a 28 year old high school dropout punishes someone for a non-event that also applied to well over 100 others. That non-event was being in formation for a company roll-call. It was on a Saturday or Sunday, our day off. They had a 12 hour alert call and we got there about 10 minutes before the roll-call.
My friend and I were a few minutes late. They wouldn’t let us in formation. We stood behind it in the background while roll-call was taken about ten minutes after we arrived. Of the three hundred or so soldiers in the company, less than half were present.
No one else got busted or punished but us. Pure discrimination and unfairness! It was time for action on my part. After ignoring my sergeant’s orders to remove the wheels from my car, I took action and disappeared as soon as we got off duty each day. In addition I also applied for a transfer to Signal platoon directly above us in the barracks.This was maybe my first step getting back at my sergeant. Getting a projectionist license enabled me to show movies to the fighting troops. Being in Headquarters company, I was the only one in our entire battalion with a projectionist license who could show movies.
I Snuck Off the Base to Avoid getting Put on Various Details
So I was absent for a lot of details my sergeant wanted to put me on.In addition I also had an Amateur Radio license so I arranged to run phone patches for soldiers overseas, another reason to miss getting put on details like KP(Kitchen Patrol), CQ (answering phones), guard duty, and other menial tasks no one wants to do. My sergeant was very proud of his new 1962 Pontiac. Most young people (especially minorities) had no cars back in those days. However I, a young Private, bought my first car as soon as I turned 21.
It was a new 1963 Pontiac with a hot engine and a stick shift transmission. He was really pissed off then. How could a measly private out-due him with a newer car. Too bad! He couldn’t catch me.
There was only one of my many friends in my platoon and the signal platoon who had a car other than me. I left the Army Post virtually every night with some of those buddies. We went to Nashville Tennessee or Evansville Indiana and other places far from the base.
My boss stayed upset, to put it mildly, because almost always we would sneak away before he could grab me for some menial detail to punish me.
Luck was with Me and I got Transferred to Signal Platoon
Finally to top it off, I finally managed to get transferred from the Assault Platoon. There I had been a gunner and later a driver for one of the big guns we had that were dropped from airplanes.
With my secret clearance I was able to get my own mobile communications vehicle. It was a three-quarter ton truck, loaded with radios, transmitters, a teletype machine and other goodies. I had to brief the important officers about the coded messages I received. That kept me busy and away a lot of the time.
In the cold weather I had a warm (it had a heater inside) communication center in my vehicle. When we went to the field for training exercises I dished out hot coffee to my friends. My former sergeant could only look disgustedly at me.
No one could come close to my vehicle because it was off limits due to the secret communication equipment in it.
[I also used those transmitters to talk to my buddies over amateur radio frequencies in Chicago, Southern California, and around the world (don’t tell anyone) using the military equipment].
So I didn’t make rank due to my former sergeant busting me. He probably was upset because I seemed to outsmart him in almost every way. No new allocations for promotion came the rest of the time I was in the service.
The GI Bill was Good for Me
Fortunately the GI Bill easily paid for my last two years of college. I also used my VA benefits to buy my first house with “no money down.” Also I used if for VA benefits for the current house I live in.
But I had to put $30,000 down because my house was too expensive for the VA to approve the loan unless I added that huge downpayment.
Later I also bought a townhome in Montclair CA with a new VA loan on it. I then sold it “no money down” to an investor. He shortly thereafter turned right around and resold it to another investor. I kept the mortgage (an assumable Trust Deed that I created) for 17 years and made a total of about $80,000 off that one deal.
It was a $5100 “no money down” deal I bought from a young college student. I didn’t follow the “rules (location, location, location)” but still made a bundle. You can read something about that deal here.Thanks Uncle Sam for helping me out. Call me patriotic or not, I “borrowed” Uncle Sam’s portrait for one of my websites.
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