A Weary Warrior Returns Home – 3 of 4
by Harold, Editor at Large
The Motor Sergeant was a genial old E5 with whom I got along just fine. He said it was a shame that I had been subjected to such a tirade, but he guessed they were
stuck with the Lt. until he finished his obligated tour of duty. Later, after lunch, I was again called in and advised that following reveille each morning I was to draw a Jeep, a sidearm and ammunition, and report to the Sgt. Major each day as a Classified Courier until further notice.
I transported defective components of the missiles from the UTC Units to the Field Maintenance Depot and drew replacements for them and delivered them to the units needing them. In a short time I got an intimate knowledge of the Nike Ajax and Hercules and later on the Nike Zeus ABM systems.
I also performed extensive guard duties on the Redstone missile between Redstone and Canaveral. We had just started to field the Hawk system when I left the service, but I had acquired considerable knowledge on the Saturn, the Jupiter and the Pershing and the other large missiles we had to turn over to the Air Force when NASA was formed.
We also lost our barracks in the process and it sat empty that winter while we lived in tents in the field. I was able to avoid most encounters with the Lt. and hold down the friction.
First Co-Ed Scout Troop
I shortly joined with the Company Clerk as an Assistant Scoutmaster and later as the Explorer Post Troop Leader at which I remained with a co-ed troop until I was discharged. The co-ed troop was the first of its kind and came about due to sisters of my Explorers wanting in on the fun. So I had seven girls, four of them sisters of my male explorers, and a pair of red headed twins who belonged to the service station owner just outside the gate who was a retired serviceman. That left me with fourteen Explorers evenly divided between boys and girls from fifteen to eighteen years of age.
I received a number of accolades, trophies and other citations for my success on eliminating the on-post vandalism that was frequently occurring prior to my formation of the troop. Two of my scouts were the Sgt. Major’s son and daughter, so It was kind of forced on me.
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