The closest primary school to our house was named after intrepid explorer John C. Fremont, whose claim to fame in the area was renaming a lake the indigenous people already had a name for and wandering through the area with Kit Carson.

My perfect streak of getting yelled at during in-processing was intact. I was off to a great start!

Like so many displaced peoples before me, I was put in the back of a blue Pontiac station wagon, and forcibly moved from Sacramento to Carson City, Nevada.

Before I leave Schofield Barracks and Oahu behind me, I’ve got some unrelated stories from my time on, and off the island.

Most everything that came out of my mouth happened well before any internal editor and the standards department would kick in.

I had been so concerned with getting myself out of something, I had no idea what I’d gotten myself into.

You’d be very surprised how much math you can do with the rudimentary brute force of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

We got locked in a bar for our own safety.

My Prussian-French genes blessed me with excellent hand eye coordination.

It’s hot in the Philippines all the time, but for good measure, my artillery battalion is going to spend the first few of weeks of July there.