In the evening of the first seven to ten days of boot camp a cowboy from Montana would pull out his guitar and sing sad cowboy songs; that is until someone from the back of the barracks told him to shut up! He did. Most of us were homesick.
About half way through boot camp a new group came into the adjoining barracks. Brand new, they didn't question when one of our "jokers" managed to get a doctors white coat; then went into their quarters and ordered about fifteen raw trainees up and marched them over to our area and proceeded to order them to drop their pants while he gave them a "physical inspection" like we had received when we were new. The new guys followed his orders to "stand away" while he walked back and forth; then he ordered them to spread their buttocks while a snickering audience grew larger. When the laughter finally subsided these new guys knew they had been set up by us old "veterans" of about three or four weeks!
We were told to go to the gym where we would shadow box; as it turned out for the Navy Boot Camp boxing squad. Then they approached me and I declined their invitation to box for the team. I wanted to fight the Japanese, not Americans. I don't remember any extra persuasion to box.
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