Recruit Depot, San Diego, CA
Spent a year in Dago in a Quonset Hut,
Took a bit of sweat before I made t he cut.
Learned to aim a rifle and a solder gun,
Layin’ on the beach in the California sun.
Got to dine on SOS and coffee black as tar,
Washed a million dishes and didn’t have a car,
Often took the bus to that Tijuana town,
Where nuthin’ ever happens ‘til the sun goes down.
Went to school in Dago, flunked Su-course Seventeen,
The day they shot the President, the best we’d ever seen.
Spent a year in Dago, left in Sixty-Four,
Spent a year in Dago, back before the war.
LDT October 22, ‘26
NOTE: Actisally, I flunked Subcourse 13, Antennas and Transmission Lines the day JFK was shot.
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