5thranger
Well-Known Member
Amazed he didn't have you clean toilets with a toothbrushIn early 1977 I was just completing Military punishment for "Failure to adapt to Military Life". And yes, that is (was) a thing!
It is amazing how many options the military has at their disposal to make one's life miserable.
I won't go into the details of what transgression I made to deserve the following punishment, except to say I embarrassed a full bird colonel (who I reportd to) in front of his commander. He so wanted that first star. And he was alot like that colonel on MASH.
For 10 months including over the winter I had the following assignments (this happened at Petersen AFB east of Colorado Springs. BTW, The winters in the late 70's were extremely cold and snowy:
This hell didn't stop until he transfered out.
- I painted the same 80' hallway 12 slightly different shades of pastel yellow. The baseboards had to be a gloss black. Several times the colonel himself showed up to "Instruct me on how to paint properly." After the job was done he would come in to inspect it. He would then proceed to tell me the color was all wrong and supply me with a slightly different shade. It was just different enough to keep me busy doing it all over again.
Over night a floor buffing crew would come through and mar that glossy black baseboard resulting in the colonel pointing out the scuffed baseboard. He'd admonish me "get it right airman", and walk away.
- I painted (with an assortment of military misfits) the 3 story high hangar doors vertical red / white alternating stripes (as in the US Flag) and topped the peak of the hangar in a deep blue field with 13 stars in a circle with "1776 - 1976" in the center rotated about 45 degrees. The pilots complimented us on how pretty they looked from the air.
- Come winter things got a lot more fun. There were massive warehouses on base. My job was to shovel all the snow off the loading docks that fronted all the buildings. "Icey Concrete is a safety hazard, keep em clean and dry."
- When it wasn't snowing I was sent out on the runway where the snow fences ran parallel with the runways with an "Area Beautification Mission". I was to pick up all the trash and paper that blew up against the snow fences. They gave me a pickup truck so I could make as many runs as needed. This seems easy but it was hellish. Unless you live there you have no idea how bad it was. Tumble weeds blow up against the fences up to 10' deep. To get to the trash on the fence I had to move all those dead tumble weeds. Those prickly brittle dead tumble weeks.
Wow! I hadn't thought about this in years, but the mention of the "Bicentennial" triggered the memories. I still loath that colonel.
Those were not found memories!
I smile now, a little.
Time has a way of softening even the worst memories.
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