Captain's Mast

There were very few cars and no one stopped. I was really down, while Bob was up. He thought help was just around the corner. Finally I swore. Bob, still smiling, said we shouldn't use God's name in vain! I was even more down. Well, hours later, Bob was right, here came a car, not driven fast, and we put our thumbs out and the car slowly stopped. It was a woman with her daughter! We thanked them, told them of our problems and where were they going? Spokane! We hopped in and slowly drove to Spokane. They were very nice and we thanked them immensely for their help! Smiling, they said they did it because we looked like nice boys. We finally rolled in to Spokane; then got a ride to Farragut, but we were late getting in so it was reported and we had a Captain's Mast. The amazed officer listened to our story and then gruffly said we would have no more liberties. We felt relieved and we only had two more weeks until we got out of Boot Camp anyway.