Newguy Training at Tract "C"
I can not or should not tell about duty at the field station. But I can tell of some of our distractions upon arriving for the first day's duty.
My trainer, on my case that I was to have, sent me out to get some green Scrimmage lines. Dubious to the credibility of the assignment, I reluctantly went on my way to perform the task. At each place that I went to find scrimmage line-green in color, I was sent to someplace else, for the said they had just run out of it. I soon realized that I was part of a joke and each station that I checked to send me off to the next station. Wherefor I returned to tell them that all of the places that I checked were just out of scrimmage line. Returning empty handed yet knowledgable to the scam, I told the NCOIC that there wasn't any scrimmage line in this compound. Disappointed, the NCOIC said that we could do without the scrimmage line for awhile and we just had to do our task with giblitzes and told me to get some from supply. I told my NCOIC that it would be best to send somebody who knows about these terms. And to send them instead of me. My job as a gopher had terminated for the day. The NCOIC queried me on the consequences of disobeying an order to which I indicated by gestures that I would take my chances.In our office we kept a fly file on 3"X 5" cards of flying insects that came into the compound. When a fly buzzed the place we would capture or kill the creature, tape it to a card, write an appropiate eulogy for the dead fly with ROD date, roll it up in the typewriter, stamp the card with a secret code word and file it. We had a fairly good size collection of dead flies until an IG inspection came around and we had to get rid of it.
