I’ll tell you a real nightmare story.
Our flight was in P-5, an old barracks heated with coal. A month into basic training about 2 a.m., the fireguard woke us up. The barracks had filled with smoke. We were in the upper bay, and in the middle of the night we had to move to P-15 upper with all our gear. We stayed there for the rest of basic.
Sheppard Field was a great indoctrination and training for me. Twenty-seven years later I retired as a master sergeant from the Pentagon, which was an education and excitement for me. Most of my memories of the Air Force are a joy. I could not have chosen a better life.
I am a proud member of the VUMS, Veterans of Underage Military Service.
(Contributing writer Everett Vanover lives in California.)