Try as we might. There was no escaping it. Everyone got wet |
The thing about passing the course was that everyone had to complete it. We had to work as a team to make sure everyone made it through. |
That is me, second row, left side with the cigarette. Happy to say I quit in 1966 |
That is me, second row from the front. Right hand side with the big ears and the grin |
And we were done. The last time I ever marched in that formation. Hated marching. |
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