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The Naked Truth About the U.S. Army
TRIGGER WARNING: Contains references to assault, nudity, hostile work environments, and possibly other torts and crimes.
I posted this on several blogs years ago, but it was lost. Here is my best recollection of the event.
It was 1977, my last year in the U.S. Army. The location was either Camp Parks or Camp Roberts in California. We stopped at both at some point on many our trips from playing war games at Fort Irwin, or other locations, back to the Presidio of San Francisco.
The men bunked in one barracks, and the women next door in another. These were the old World War II wood buildings. It was late afternoon, and I was in my bunk, in my “mummy sack" sleeping bag, relaxing. It was not my usual practice, but for some reason, I didn’t have a stitch of clothing on.
Nearby was a group of four or five guys, huddled closely, talking about something. It only took one or two glances in my direction for me to realize that something bad was about to happen. I knew this because of all the stunts that I was famous for. Sure enough, they broke the huddle and jumped me. As hard as I fought, I could not stop them from ripping open the sleeping bag and pulling me from it. They had me suspended, face up, one on each arm and leg. When they started for the door, I knew it was not going to end well.
Out the door, and down the steps. When they turned toward the women's barracks, I knew the unbelievable was about to be believed! I pulled, yanked, squirmed, and screamed, but they held on tight. Up the stairs, into the door, and into the open bay area of the barracks. Women were scattered about, sitting on their bunks, talking about whatever women talk about. Heads turned, jaws dropped, and laughter erupted.
My kidnappers dropped me in the middle of the room and ran out the door. More laughter and some screaming. I decided there was nothing to do but get up and get out. There was no sense in running. Just get out. If you've ever looked through the wrong end of binoculars, you know how far away that door looked. Eventually, I got there. But there was still the walk back to my barracks. Luckily, there was no one around outside. Everyone in both barracks was at a window, laughing away.
Nothing was ever said. No complaints were lodged. Heck, I didn’t do anything wrong! These days, that would be an instant Article 15 or worse. Anyway, what were those women laughing at?
Wichita Falls Man