Sometimes events occur that are hard to explain using conventional wisdom. Several years ago while participating in basic training in the United State’s Air Force at Lackland Air force Base in San Antionio , Texas, one such event took place.
During the first or second week of my training, my flight and myself were marched to the infirmary to get our mandatory flu shot. Except for a sore arm,. all went well until about 3 am the next morning. Awaking with an extreme urge to find the latrine, for the next several minutes I found myself leaning over the commode worshiping the porcelain goddess.
Not only was I extremely ill, I became concerned, I was scheduled for KP in about an hour. KP meant I would be getting up about 4 am and working until probably 9 pm, how was this going to happen? If I claimed I was sick, no one would believe me, they would just think I was trying to get out of KP, I decided to fake it.
Marching in the cold Texas morning, doubt soon set in as if I would be able to pull this off, arriving at the chow Hall it was soon evident KP for me wasn’t going to happen that day. Fearing humiliation, court martial, and everything else I could think of, I reported my condition to the officer in charge. The anticipated cold stare and rebuke came and I was ordered to sick bay.
Sensing some relief that I didn’t get flogged, I beat a hasty retreat out the chow hall and back into the cold air. At least when I get to sick bay, there would be an officer in charge that I didn’t know, he would probably give me a shot and send me to the hospital or back to the barracks.
Oh Great! It’s my Training Instructor on duty, the mean one. Here we go again! Gritting my teeth, I walked up, saluted , stated my delicate condition, another cold stare and the response, “ You have KP today, right?” I replied.”Yes Sir.” Another cold stare followed by, “It figures. go back to the barracks, I will deal with YOU later.”
Who would want to get well at this point in time? If I live through this I’ll worry about that later, all I want to do now is sleep.
Waking up about the time my fellow trainees returned from KP, I received the expected response from them also. Too sick to care what anybody thought, I rolled over and went back to sleep. Next morning at 4 am reveille, feeling weak but better, life returned to normal and it was forgotten about until a couple of days later.
Mail Call and a letter from mom, this wasn’t unusual as she normally wrote two or three times a week. I opened the letter and began to read, cold chills ran up and down my back. She immediately asked if I was OK, she went on to state she woke up at 3am on the morning I was sick and woke dad and told him I was very sick.
How did she know? I hadn’t written or talked to her, she had no way of knowing.
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Gary has been a writer/ photographer for over 20 years, specializing in nature, landscapes and studying native cultures.Besides visiting most of the United States, he has traveled to such places as Egypt, the Canary Islands, much of the Caribbean. He has studied the Mayan Cultures in Central America and the Australian Aboriginal way of life. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in many different parts of the world!
He has published several books about the various cultures he has observed.
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