Every morning began the same.
It didn't matter how dark it was. We all had to be fit and we all had to follow orders.
The only thing that got us out of this was having bay guard duty the night before.
One day I forgot to salute an officer. I just never looked up to see his bars. That Sunday I didn't go to church. I spent the day from sun up to sun down, on the parade ground saluting fence posts, tree stumps, squirrels and hawks with a full pack and my M16, minus the bolt, (I don't think they trusted me.). It was a very humbling experience. I never missed a salute again.
Our main classrooms were in these buildings.
The actual warehouse lessons were so easy a squirrel could have done them. Sometimes a whole day of classes was devoted to learning how to fill out forms for ordering supplies and how to read them if you were the one on duty when the request came in.
There were lessons on what could be ordered and how much. If someone requested a dozen of something but the rule book said he could only have ten you had to flag the order and it was denied. In the real world you could have sent him ten with a note explaining why he couldn't get twelve but not in the army.
These classes were pitifully easy. I don't know why others didn't see it that way. Maybe they were too busy having fun. I liked having fun but it wasn't my whole life.
When I left here it was with two awards. One of them a simple one saying I'd done the course. The other one saying that I had received a special award for achieving the top score and that no one had done that before. I aced the whole course. The one other thing was that a male had scored the same as me so we were both the lucky winners of this award.
I was still doing my bit in my unofficial duties. These were mostly training and testing. I did have one adventure with that. I will tell you a bit about it later.
One of the actual classes. Not much to look at, for sure.