MY MEMORIES Page 2

1947 - Soil Conservation Service

General

I had worked for the Soil Conservation Service on an hourly basis during college (1946-1950) in their State Office, which was on the MSC Campus, preparing quarterly and yearly statistical reports. I worked the summer of 1949 in the Cheboygan office as a trainee. After college and before the army, (February 1950 through September 1952) I worked full time as a Soil Scientist, mapping soils. I worked out of the Kalamazoo, Jackson and Centreville offices. After the army, I worked full time in the Centerville office (November 1952 through August 1953) and the Ann Arbor office (August 1953 through January 1955).

Big Fish

While working in Cheboygan in the Summer of 1949, one of my co-workers was an avid fisherman. For weeks he had told us about this big fish he was trying to catch in his secret fishing hole. He kept trying different bait but the fish would not take the hook. He would keep trying different things all summer and never found the right bait that the fish would take. One fall day, four of us were eating lunch in a downtown Cheboygan diner when we noted that the avid fisherman was not in our conversation; rather he was eavesdropping on the conversation in the next booth. When the people in the next booth left, he told us that he thought they had caught the big fish he had been trying to catch all summer. He took leave that afternoon and drove out and spent all day watching his secret fishing hole, but the fish never showed up.

Bribe Offered

While I worked at Centreville my boss asked me to take his place on the local draft board. He was going to be out of town on a vacation. One of the local farmers I knew stopped in and took me to lunch. He offered me a lifetime supply of beef if I would vote to give his son a deferment. I was saved even the vote on his son did not come up at the meeting I attended.

Court House Toilet

The original Court House was very old, and has been replaced since I worked there. The toilets in the basement were massive, and much was made from thick marble, even the walls and doors for the toilet stalls. Inside the toilet stall doors was a poster, mounted behind glass in an oak frame. It was a WW-2 poster I remember seeing in school. It read - SAVE PAPER USE BOTH SIDES. So much for misplaced and outdated good patriotic intentions!

Flying

While I worked at Centerville, one of my co-workers had a pilot's license. After work, I would sometimes go along with him. He rented a plane at the local airport. Over a period of time he taught me how to fly, taxiing, take offs, landings and all the normal things. No aerobatics. We split the rental fees. We did not think the airport manager knew what was going on, until one time we came back from a flight, and the manager asked my co-worker if he thought I was ready for my pilot's license test. This was the last flight as I was going to the army in a few days. Flying was fun.

Hotels

While working for the Soil Conservation Service, our area usually covered five-six counties. We often spent Monday through Thursday evenings out of town. The older people in the group preferred to stay in the older downtown Hotels rather than the newer motels. Their primary reasons were that the hotels always had the best breakfasts in town. I also found this to be true.

Mackinaw Ferry Boat

While working in Cheboygan in the Summer of 1949, on the very hot nights I would take the ferryboat from Mackinaw City to St. Ignace to cool off. I would ride the ferry back and forth several times, catching some naps on the deck chairs. They only charged to get on the boat, but you could ride it back a forth several times without paying extra. The Mackinaw Bridge was being built and was interesting to see.

Snakes

One extra-dry summer the boss thought it would be a good time to survey the swamp areas that had been put off for several years because they were too wet. So we pulled all those jobs out of the suspense file, and I got ready to work on them. I drove up close to one big swamp area, got out of the truck, walked over to a low electric fence, and as I swung my leg over the fence, just before my foot hit the ground, I saw something move in the grass and heard the rattles of a rattlesnake. So I walked down ten-twenty yards along the fence and about five feet after crossing the fence there was another rattlesnake. I retreated and tried several other places along the fence, and always found rattlesnakes. By this time I was getting jumpy. I gave up on that swamp and got in the truck and was going to the next area. Since it was an hour's drive and I wanted to eat lunch before doing that job, I decided to take off my big hot boots and put on same sandals. I left the truck running, opened the tailgate and sat in it to changed shoes. As I closed the tailgate I saw some motion out of the corner of my eye. Thinking it was a rattlesnake; I did several damn good dance steps! When I settled down, I realized I had seen only a puff of smoke from the truck's exhaust pipe. I tried two-three more swamps, but they were all full of rattlesnakes. The next morning I told the boss I was not going to survey the swamps. He said that was OK, he would have quit after seeing the first snake. So we refilled the swamp jobs in the suspense file, and surveyed high ground the rest of the season.

Soil Texture Demos

I was quite often asked to demonstrate how to determine soil texture at various schools and farm meetings. I kept several different samples of soils for these demonstrations. It all amounts to the combination of the size of the soil's particles, i.e. clay is the smallest, silt is larger and sand is the largest. By wetting (usually with spit) the soil and feeling it between you thumb and first finger and observing how sticky (clay), how slippery (silt), and how gritty (sand) the sample is, is a way to determine the soil texture. Knowing that most people make the judgment by the color rather than the feel, I asked several persons, particularly the 4-H agents or county farm agents, to test the samples and tell me what they thought it was. They were usually wrong, because they made their decision based on the soil color, the darker being better in their minds. I then told them I could make them instant experts. I would blindfold them and switch the samples around just in case they had memorized their location. And, when they test the samples the next time they most often got all the samples right. Magic!

Spy and A Miser In The Office

I was finishing up a project one Saturday morning at the Kalamazoo office. Needing a particular pencil or something, I first looked into our engineer's desk thinking that would be the most likely place to find what I needed. When I opened the center drawer of his desk, I saw an opened notebook. He had recorded all the times of the comings and goings of every one in the office. He had computed to the minute how long everyone had taken for lunch and their errands. He also recorded the time they got to work and when they left work. I called my boss, who said that now he knew why the guy kept the drawer locked. I asked him if he wanted the book and he said, no, do what you want to with it. I said I would like to find some dog crap and put in the book. He thought that was an excellent idea. So it was done. The boss told me he got there early the next Monday to watch the guy open his desk. The boss told me he could not describe all the looks that came over that guys face when he found his desk was unlocked, but the best expressions came when he found a dog had defecated on his notebook. The guy never mentioned it to anyone we knew about, but we never saw him writing in his notebook after that. This guy was different, very different, and a miser on top of that. When we were on the road and he had laundry to do, he would want to put his laundry in with ours because he only had a little bit. He would have his laundry tied up in a normal size handkerchief, but he never wanted to share the cost.

State Record for Acres Mapped in One Day

When working out of the Jackson office, I was assigned to do soil survey on the Washtenaw County Poor Farm. The farm was about 1,000 acres in size. It was an active crop farm and all the fences had been removed. The areas all around the farm had been surveyed within the last few years. I studied these surrounding surveys in the office and all seemed reasonable. I also studied the Poor Farm aerial photographs and tentatively had the farm mapped. There were plenty of farm lanes on the farm, so I drove the truck around and drilled some auger holes and inspected the soil and confirmed it was what I had expected it to be. Along with a couple of other farms I did the same day, it added up to be the largest acreage ever surveyed in Michigan in one day. This presented a red flag to the State Office people who monitored such things. So down from Lansing came the State Soil Scientist and several assistants to check up on me. I told them How I prepared, showed them the material in the office, and they still insisted on going out to the farm. Those three tried their best to prove it was not possible survey so many acres in one day, but they final conceded is was possible, and it was also a very good job. What I did not know at the time was that my boss was cheating, and had been reporting some of farms I surveyed as his own work. This was the main reason for the visit I found out later. By the way, they fired my boss.

Tardy For Work

One cold winter morning my car would not start. I lived on the far west side of Jackson, and the office was downtown in the Post Office building, nearly two away. I called to tell them I would be late, but no one was in the office that early. My landlady had already gone to work. So I started walking to the office. When I got down town I went in the West entrance of a department store to warm up, I walked through it and out the East entrance, and on to work. The boss seemed satisfied with my explanation. However when he got home that evening his wife told him she saw me shopping that morning in the department store. Notwithstanding his wife's story, I think my explanation was accepted after some additional explanations.

Tramp

The Summer I worked in Cheboygan I often spent the weekend in the Upper Peninsular (UP) of Michigan. I traveled all over the UP and upper Wisconsin that summer. Several times on a Friday evening I would be going West from the Ferry, I'd stop at a Polish wedding. If you danced with the bride and gave her a few dollars, you were welcomed to stay all weekend, and were given access to the food and the barrel of beer in the back yard. And the parties did last all weekend. Often I would stop on the way back going to the Ferry and get another dance and some food. Coming back to Ferry one Sunday evening, I was very late, and could not make the last Ferry. I stopped for coffee and when I came out of the café a guy asked for a ride so I gave him a ride. After talking to him for a while I knew he was a tramp. He said he had not eaten all day. So at the next Café I said I was going to get a hamburger and would buy him one if he wanted one. I never saw a man put so much sugar in a cup of coffee before. We ate two hamburgers each. When walking to the car, I said I had an old leather jacket I kept in the car trunk and that he could have it if he wanted it. It was chilly and he had no coat. When we got to town he said to just let him off at the next corner. I stopped and he opened the door and showed me his gun. He said that he was going to rob me, but because I treated him good, he would let me go and find someone else.

1950 - Military Service, Fort Knox

General

I was drafted into the U S Army, Sep 1950 Through Sep 1952. I did basic training at Fort Knox Kentucky and was then assigned to the Engineering Research Center at Fort Belvoir, Virginia. I took advanced Engineer Training at Fort Belvoir. Then I assigned to an intelligence unit in the Pentagon and lived at Fort McNair, District of Columbia. Then I was assigned to the Beach Erosion Board in Rockville, Maryland and lived at Fort Meyer Virginia.

Defensive End

At Fort Knox one evening after supper, two of my buddies from Michigan wanted to get on the football team, so I walked over to the locker room with them. The first person we saw was the equipment manager, and they asked him how to get on the team. He yelled to the coach at the other end of the building and said these guys want to join the team. The coach pointed toward us and said what position do you play, one said quarter back and the other said offensive guard. "No damn it," the coach said, "the tall one." I said I did not come to join the team- I only walk over with my buddies. He said, "Is that an army uniform you are wearing?" I said, "Yes sir." "Then answer my damn question, soldier." I told him that I had played only one year, defensive end, in high school. Without any hesitation, he told the equipment manager to suit me up, and told the other two to come back next week, he might be able to use them then. They did, and he did. By the time I was suited up, all the players had left the locker room. I am near sighted, and left my glasses in the locker. I walked out the door and saw the lights on the football field across the street. The problem was I could not find the entrance to it through the fence. Some people walked by so I asked if they knew where the entrance was and they told me how to zigzag through the bleachers and get on the field. They also said that if I was not smart enough to find the entrance maybe I should not go out there. I had to agree with them. I got on the field and made one lap around the track, and at the end of the lap the coach introduced himself, and told me to get in there and play right defensive end. It seemed it was the night the first team offense scrimmaged the first team defense. I played for about one hour, went back to the barracks, loaded up on six aspirin and put six blankets on my cot, and sweated out my pain and bruises. At practice the next night the team was issued game uniforms for the Saturday game, and we had only a light practice. Saturday afternoon I played the full game. After several weeks a new guy joined the team. He was all State West Virginia High School defensive end and also played two years for some college team. He was very good in practice. So when Friday came along and the game uniforms were being issued, I suggested to the end coach that he had the new guy and since I was injured in the last game and had not practiced all week, I should not get a uniform. The coach said, "I think he is only good in practice, he will fall apart in a real game, so here is your uniform, and by the way you are not allowed to quit." The opposing team scored two touchdowns through him in the first half. At half time we were three touchdowns behind, and up to that time had not lost a game all season. The coach really read the riot act to the team, and when done he said, "Lets get out there and win the game. We will start with the same team (all the cleats hit the floor because they though he was done)," and then I heard him say, "Except Sherman as defensive end and Bogart as quarter back (then the second set of cleats hit the floor and we all ran to the field)." During the first half, I sat next to my Michigan buddy, Bogart. He kept saying that our quarter back was calling all the wrongs plays. He was right. Our team scored four touchdowns in the last half, and the other team scored nothing. The other team tried their best to score through me but I did not give an inch. I guess coaches have wisdom beyond explanation. Both our end coach and head coach did have outstanding wisdom, especially for that game. The Fort Knox commanding general wanted a good football team; he wanted to beat the neighboring Camp Campbell. As we all entered the Fort Knox, the first question was what sports did we play. Those with good credentials were assigned soft secondary jobs and sent to their respective coach for duty. Men from five states were filtered through Fort Knox, and the personnel people picked out the best for sports. We had on our team five-six players who were playing semi pro football when they got drafted. All of the others had played college football or had excellent high school credentials. I had less experience and credentials than anyone else on the team. I was transferred the week they played the Air Borne boys at Camp Campbell Kentucky. Our team won in a temperature of six degrees above zero, six inches of snow, wind gust to 60 mph, with a score of six to zero, on December 6 1950. I really did not mind missing that game.

Field Training and Marching

While at Fort Knox we would be marched to a base camp for several days of field training, and then march back to camp. On these outings we dug the typical army pit toilet, with poles in the ground and canvas walls. One of the guys found a large dead snake, and he laid the snake across the entrance to the toilet, and hid behind the canvas. Another guy would be the lookout and just as someone came around the corner into the toilet he would signal the guy holding the snake's tail, and that guy would give the snake a wiggle. A few troops stomped on the snake to kill it, some stepped back, saw it was dead, and walked over it. However, this one guy saw the snake wiggle and he screamed and went into orbit and did not stop running for about hundred yards. Later that day we were marching back to the barracks in a double column. After several hours, we all had become a become zombies. You only see the heels of the guy in front of you. You can almost take a walking nap while marching. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a six-foot length of rope along the road. I stooped down and picked it up, and looking around. Apparently no one saw me. I coiled up the rope, stepped out of formation and hurled it at the feet of the guy who was so scared of snakes and yelled snake. I stepped back into formation and that guy bolted back ward and in a split second there were thirty-five to fifty people sprawled out on the ground. We all got up and back into formation, and then several officers came by trying to determine what had happened. Apparently no one knew, except me, and I would not tell. The next morning they lined us all up and made a big speech about the problem of yesterday, and that they were determined to get to the bottom of it. They said we would all stand there until someone told them what happened. After four-five hours they gave up, and we all went for another march. Since no one told, and no one ever told me they saw me do it, I truly believe they were all zombies at that moment and did not see me do it. Lucky me.

Football Coach

I played on the Fort Knox, Kentucky football team, nicknamed the "Tankers." We had a Civil Service employee who was one of our coaches who was afraid to fly. He would always drive or take a train to our away games, using his leave time if necessary. At the end of the season the team went to Washington, District of Columbia area to play in the army wide championship game, which they won. I had been transferred to the Washington, District of Columbia area a month before, and was able to be with the team on the sideline. The players said the coach did not have time to drive or take the train, as he had to be back for his daughter's wedding. He got on the airplane, sat in one place the whole trip, looked straight ahead, and would not talk to anyone. He was literally scarred stiff. The team took two DC-47 airplanes. On the trip back, the planes went through some very bad weather, and the coach had white knuckles all the way. The ground crew the next day found tops of pine trees stuck in the fuselage of the plane the coach was flying in. They speculated the trees were from the Appalachian mountains. The team kept this fact from the coach, knowing he would pass out on the spot if he found out.

State Prison

While on the Fort Knox football team we played the inmates at the Kentucky State Prison. We took a bus to the game. On the way there, we stopped at a public restaurant for lunch. We had several "colored" players on our team, and they were made to eat in the kitchen- a first for this northern farm boy. When we entered the prison gate, the guards herded us one way, and all our equipment went another way. Both the players and the equipment were searched with a fine tooth comb. When we got to our locker room all our equipment was there. We dressed and were escorted to the field by guards. The first thing we noticed was that most of the prison players were not wearing much padding, and some were without helmets or shoes. Those guys were tough and tumble, and not a one ever seemed concerned about getting hurt. It was full speed all the time. They had the fastest running backs we had ever seen. They wore no pads, helmet or shoes to weight them down. When our defensive team line up for a play usually one of the other players were saying they had a knife and if we made the tackle they would cut us up on the next play. They were all a nasty looking bunch of men, we were hoping the guards searched them as well as they searched us. We never saw a weapon, but it sure weighed on our minds, particularly in the first part of the game. Although our team won by a pretty good score, we were all exhausted and beat up. I do not remember any one on the prison team getting exhausted or injured.

Fort Knox Party

While I was on the football team at Fort Knox, as a player I was offered all sorts of good paying extra jobs on base. One Saturday evening after our football game, I was to help an officer at a party at his home, then help him at the Officers' Club for another party, and then help at the big Armored Division party at the Field House. This was graduation for a class of foreign offices who took training at Fort Knox. Not having anything to eat after playing the game, I was hungry and hoping for at least a sandwich and some snack foods at the party. The first two parties only had chips and booze. When I got to the third party about 9pm I was really hungry, and a little tipsy from some beer. Different jobs were offered us there, and none involved food, since the food was not going to be served for another two hours. I took the job of pouring coffee. The smell of coffee, and some food I found while snooping in the kitchen put me back on my feet. This was really a gala affair, as all the officers from US and many foreign countries were all dressed in their finest dress uniforms and strutting around looking like peacocks in their brightly colored uniforms. There were over a 1,000 people at this party. It was the biggest and fanciest party I ever saw.

Selfridge Air Force Base, Michigan

When I was on the football team at Fort Knox we flew into Selfridge Air Force Base, Michigan to play a game. My Mother, Aunt Jo, my sister Norene and her children, Larry and Tom, came to see the game. Any time I was not on the field I would go to the sidelines and talk to them. One time when I was visiting I heard the coach yell out, "Where in the hell is Sherman." I looked out on the field thinking our offense had the ball, but they had fumbled and the other team had the ball. I ran out on the field just as they started a student body left play and it looked like the whole team was sweeping around my end position. I had never seen so many blockers before and wasn't sure how to play it, so I threw a roll block in front of them and the blockers fell on the ground and I grabbed the running back just enough to trip him up. Lucky play for sure, they even lost a few yards. My end coach always said a defense end should stay on his feet and manipulate the blockers so the linebackers can make the tackle. He often said if his defense ends had a dirty uniform they were not playing good football. When I came off the field the end coach came up to me, and I said I guess I got my uniform dirty coach. He said that play was a good exception my clean uniform rule.

Commanding General

During one football game I ended up with a sore right shoulder. I could only move my hand and arm below my elbow, but could not move my elbow or my upper arm, I just kept my thumb hooked in my belt. I was walking across this large parade ground on the sidewalk, and coming toward me was the Commanding General. No place to escape to, so gave him a snappy left handed salute and never looked back. Based on the fact he did not call me back, I assumed he never noticed. The ace up my sleeve was he was proud of his football team, and had he called me back I would have told him I was on his team and I am sure all would have gone well.

1951 - Military Service, Fort Belvoir

General

I was at Fort Belvoir, Virginia from November 1950 through February 1951. In October 1950 I was assigned to Fort Meyer, Virginia for a few weeks, for evaluation and a new assignment. The assignment was to be made by an office in the Pentagon; we only lived at Fort Meyer, Virginia. I was sent there because all personnel with a scientific degree, a medical or veterinarian degree, or were masters in the trades, were assigned in accordance with Army regulation, which simply stated these personnel must be assigned in their civilian trained profession, and can not be trained for another profession. I was assigned to Fort Belvoir, Virginia from November 1950 through February 1951.

Caterpillar Tractors And Army Cranes

I worked as an office engineer on several ongoing projects. They included development of new equipment. One such was building a machine that would be unloaded at a beachhead, mix up the beach sand and chemicals, and leave behind a concrete road. We also evaluated different brands of commercial equipment like bull dozers, cranes, etc. One interesting project was we had a Russian caterpillar-type tractor that internally was identical to the US made Caterpillar. Only the outside appearance was much different and cruder looking. We disassembled the engine and drive train, and laid the Russian and Caterpillar parts side by side, and the Caterpillar person could tell the difference only by chemical analysis of the parts. Another project was an evaluation of several different brand name heavy-duty construction cranes. We found out that the crane that had the worst evaluation was being given a large contact by the Army. Just by chance one of my co-workers, went to his Senator's party in Washington, District of Columbia one afternoon. His folks and he were on a first name basis with the Senator as they were neighbors back in Kansas or Nebraska. The Senator asked how he liked his job, and he said that it was fine, but he did not see the value of all the evaluation if the rest of the army did not pay any attention to their work. He told the Senator about the construction crane contract. The Senator's office requested the evaluation and initiated a congressional investigation and got the first order canceled, and awarded to the company with the best evaluation.

Guard Duty

One winter day I was selected for guard duty. I was on the outskirts of the base guarding a warehouse complex of ten-fifteen warehouses. We had two-hour shifts. About the time I was to be relieved at 4am, I saw a Jeep driving up the road toward the warehouses. When it got close, I halted it and had the people step in front of their headlights for identification. I recognized the officer as the officer of the day and asked him to advance. He reached for my loaded M-1 rifle and said I guess I had better inspect your rifle. I hit his hand with the butt of my rifle and said, "no sir not until I am relieved of duty, sir." He jumped back shaking his hand and said, "Damn it that stings, and guess you are right I should not have done that." He relieved me from my duty post, and forgot all about the inspection. I really think the officer knew better but he was half asleep and was not thinking too well at that moment. He sure woke up fast. That day before I was on guard duty, I had heard a rumor that his officer of the day jumped the person, who was on guard at the warehouses the night before. The guard was walking around the warehouses with the rifle over the back of his head, holding the butt with one hand and the barrel with the other hand, and singing How High The Moon. The duty officer had crawled several hundred yards through tall grass and ambushed him and took his rife away from him. The guard was not at work that day, and the rumor was that he was in the guardhouse and not seen again. The story continued and it developed that the officer had just gotten back from combat in Korea, and he was going to show those mainland soldiers what it really meant to be "Army." Later rumors had it that the officer was off his rocker and was institutionalized. None of this was ever verified, other than some sore knuckles on my officer-of-the-day.

Korean Assignment

We were standing in line for supper one evening and on the bulletin board were orders for about thirty of us to go to Korea. I knew these were illegal orders, as Army Regulation indicated we were to be assigned in our trained civilian profession. It was a new regulation and not well-known or understood and further complicated by the fact that we were all given a very low Army Specialty Code based on our low rank rather than the actual professional jobs we were doing. My code was an Automobile Mechanics Assistant's Helper (Otherwise known as a grease monkey). Several of us got permission to talk to the Commanding General who signed the orders, and explain the situation to him. He listened to us, and said he could do nothing so we should roll with it and go to Korea and make the best of it. Again, several of us talked to our boss and got permission to go to the National War College's Library at Fort McNair in Washington DC and research the regulations. We introduced ourselves at the front desk and asked if they could help us. The lady called a researcher who listened to our story, rubbed his hand and said, "This is going to be fun!" He said, "Come back about 4pm and we would have what we needed. When we came back he had prepared a letter from us to our commanding General showing clearly that the orders were illegal, and there was no way to correct them, so they should be canceled. He also stated that if they were not canceled each of us would send a letter to our Senator and Representative. He also had the letter prepared for each one of us, and in an envelope with the proper addresses, for our Senators and Representatives. We took the letter to the General's office the next morning at 8am telling the secretary it was very important and to make sure the General saw them. She put it on top of his correspondence. Then I went to work. At 10am the General called and wanted to talk to us, so a few of use went in and talked to him. He tried to get use to change our minds, and we said we would not do that. That evening, standing in line for supper, we saw posted over the original orders was an order canceling them. If you were in the army, and in the same assignment for six months and had not been to Korea, you were subject to be sent there, just like they tried to do to us. The next day I took off and went to the office in the Pentagon to see if there was another assignment they could put me in. There was an opening at the Beach Erosion Board, so I took it. I wanted out from under that General, just in case he found another way to get us to Korea.

Night Exercises

One night we had some night exercises, and going through a obstacle course with live ammunition being fired over our heads and live grenades exploding near by. After the exercise we were lined up for a head count. There was one person missing. So we searched the obstacle course and did not find him. Then one guy said that a guy in his squad said he was tired and was going back to the barracks and get some sleep. They radioed back to camp, and sure enough the guy was in his sack. All of our company had to stay in the field a couple hours longer than usual, because no on was allowed to leave until every one was present or accounted for. When we marched into camp that guy was digging the famous six foot by six foot by six foot hole. He was still digging when we got up the next morning. Some time during the day they determined the hole was in the wrong place and he had to fill in the first hole; and when we got home that evening he was digging another hole a few feet from the first. Sometime during that evening he finished digging and filling in the hole, and only got a few hours of sleep before we were up and making a long march, with full field packs and rifle. That was one tired soldier with a well-learned lesson under his belt.

Taxi Service

When I was at Fort Belvoir, most of the guys would go to Washington, District of Columbia for entertainment. Many times after work and an the week ends, I would drive up to the bus stop and offer the guys going to DC a ride for the same price as the bus. I would also do this at Washington and pick up guys going back to Fort Belvoir. After several trips I would have enough money to go out on the town myself. This was my primary source of income. Since I had my mother as a dependent, my army cash pay was a about a dollar a day.

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