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Brings back memories of basic training Amarillo TX

 

The old brick H-barracks on Camp Lejeune had a similar layout. I think it was 6 or 8 shitters along the walls, facing each other. The head at the end of each Company Street on Montford Point had two rows back to back with a half wall in between to protect the plumbing. One of those original buildings has been dedicated as a national historic site. There were no head facilities in the barracks along the street. You had to go to the end of the street every morning to shit, shower and shave before you got in uniform for formation along the Company Street. After formation your Platoon matched to the messhall.
Three times a day we marched to chow. It always seemed to be about the same distance from the barracks to the messhall everywhere I went. About 3/4 of a mile. I didn't get a break from this routine until I made Corporal, then I started taking my turn calling cadence and taking the platoon to and from chow.

 

We had 2 gang showers used only 1 as they were a bitch to clean to drill sergeant liking. Learned to take a 2 minute shower and to this day in and out. Wife is always asking done already

 

Luckily in my Airforce hitch (76-80) and my Navy hitch (80-86) we were more civilised. Had a bit more privacy when dropping a duece. Both my USAF and Navy tech schools had student barracks in a square pattern with an open courtyard in the middle, three floors, females on the third floor. At my duty station at Tyndall AFB, Fl, we were in a singlefloor wood "ranch style" barracks, lounge in the center with a communal bathroom either side. When I made E-4 I got to stay alone in my room, otherwise it was two guys to a room. Chow hall was about a half mile walk down the street, next to the credit union, post office and library.
Onboard ship in my Navy hitch, we had two main enlisted heads (bathrooms), forward and aft. We had a tiny one-holer next deck up from my ET/EW shop (next to the Sonar shop) which we used during the day. Mess deck was back aft. I'm not sure what head arrangement they had in the Goat Locker (Chief's berthing) and in Officer Country. Things got a bit dicey once when they put two female cadets onboard for a two-week cruise. They used the "Admiral's Cabin" forward, but for some reason had to use our enlisted head forward. Whenever they were in it a guy was stationed outside each door as a 'guard', so the poor gals didn't get walked in on. Weird to put girls on an ASW frigate back then.

 

A priest dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates. Ahead of him is a guy who’s dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans.

Saint Peter addresses this cool guy, ‘Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven?’

The guy replies, ‘I’m Bruce, retired airline pilot from Toronto.’

Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the pilot,

‘Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom.’ The pilot goes into Heaven with his robe and staff.

Next, it’s the priest’s turn. He stands erect and booms out, ‘I am Father Bob, pastor of Saint Mary’s for the last 43 years.’ Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the priest, 'Take this cotton robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom.

‘Just a minute,’ says the good father.

'That man was a pilot and he gets a silken robe and golden staff and I get cotton and wood.

How can this be?

‘Up here - we go by results,’ says Saint Peter. ‘When you preached - people slept. When he flew, people prayed.’