Last of the WACC
Our drill sergeants told us that we were to be the last of the WACCs, at camp Ruston Louisiana which was where the Army send me to train. What a life changing decision! And it didn’t even go the way the Army wanted it to go, because nature stepped in by causing Chicken Pox! At the start of our training!!
3 young ladies became ill and it cause quarantine for the whole company! Quarantine! Which meant everything was done separately from everyone else! And it meant no outside passes! Stuck on base! But our drill sergeants carried on with the weighted down 40 pounds on our backs and marching up the only (it seems) hill to do various training, to being bused, bused!? Back to the barracks!! Which i should be thankful, since i was the shortest and there fore constantly out of step and being YELL AT! (LOL politely) She would call me baby of the unit and i felt like a baby because i was constantly skipping!
It did get somewhat better when i was at Ft Lee, Virginia, since i was able to get off base to see Washington DC. but the other trainees were acting creepy by stalking us WACCs. 119
Every evening if we decide to go out we had to run through a ring of men who would wolf whistle and call out various indearing words and as we keep walking, it went into cursing at us. That given me a linking of how i may be treated once i am in regular Army. and i become a bit more leery of any attention 20