I had this temp receptionist job in New York and I kind of hated it and in the morning I would come out of the subway and just walk along the New York streets with all these people around me and kind of sing to myself. Like 'She's gonna make it!'
We had times in '66 and '67 when we would pick up a platoon of privates out of the receiving barracks the week before we even graduated the platoon that we were on!
