"oy! Was it hot? Not a tree in sight...just sand and desert as far
as one could see.
My rank was sergeant in the air force ordinance. My job
on this day was to camouflage some practice bombs.
"Sergeant," said the captain in charge of the detachment on
maneuvers. "The general is going to fly over. I hope you have those
bombs well hidden."
"Yes, sir," I replied. Then added.
"I don't think he'll see anything but sand."
"Sergeant, I have another matter to bring up. You have been put
on orders to go overseas. Where, I don't know. It's classified. You have
to leave today."
As I drove away in a jeep, headed for my new assignment, I was
wondering if the captain ever located all those bombs buried out there
in the desert. Well, probably not. He wasn't too fond of me, and I
sure wasn't very fond of him. That's the reason I was headed overseas."