David Mitchell
We were talking a few days back about Proms and Cotillions. I Just found something kind of fun to share.
(Actually this is just to make McLeod jealous)
I came across a few photos that had gotten separated from others I keep in a box. It occurred to me that I had just marked another 50th anniversary. (50th's are getting to be a thing with us). A couple days ago marked 50 years since I graduated from Flight School at Hunter Army Airfileld (NO, not an Air Force Base - an Army Airfield. There is a difference) in Savannah (indirectly why I am back down here now).
I know that's no big deal for you all, but some photos might be fun here. And a good story within the story.
Most of us were college dropouts (the only military program you could fly in without a college degree - "Army Warrant Officer Rotary Wing Flight Training" - say that real fast) and many of our parents came for the gradutation ceremony.
So here is one of my "Prom" pictures. It was our graduation ball and one of my roommates families came down from Findley Ohio with Mike's 17 year old (cute) sister who had accepted my invitation to be my date to the ball.
It was a fun time and as you will see in the added photos, we were pritty damn full of ourselves - after a grueling 9-month program that was so hard for the first 4 months, I don't know how I made it through the early days. We were informend about a month before the graduation that we were required to order Army dress blues - at a cost to each of us at around $250 !!! - and which only recently are becoming more publicly worn (used to be only special occasions).
* But before we get to the photo, Mike Lee (my roomate and the brother of my date) did not have a date (dates were optional but strongly encouraged by teh top brass - like we had any chance to meet girls during this confined last few months on teh post - really!). But my other roomate did show up with a date. John kept trying to call this local college (Armstrong State) and kept failing, but getting the same sweet sounding operator from our barracks phone booth. He finally asked this operator to be his date and she accepted.
Read the rest below the photo.
This is Debbie, my roomate's sister from Ohio. Cute girl and awfully sweet.
Meanwhile John walks in to the ball with his date and we all gasped. His "operator" date was Black, about 10 years older, and weighed about 300 pounds, wearing a "fro" wig as big as I'd ever seen!
We had two large bowls of punch at the party - one was Ginger-Ale based, the other was strongly spiked. We were all on watch to see that whoever was asked by the General or his wife, that we would serve them from the "light" punch. Apparrantly, somebody screwed up because the General had to take his wife home early. She was unable to stand up half way through the Ball. John was a drinker and he drank from the spiked punch heavily that night. Very heavily! We did not see him again until the next morning.
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Just noticed the phot looks like the dress blues are striped - they are not.
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