Officer Trainee, 1966
Me in August 1966 as an Air Force officer trainee, Class 67C.
I was in a brand new barracks on the Medina Annex to Lackland Air Force Base outside San Antonio, Texas. So new, in fact, that our bunkbeds were empty frames -- the mattresses had been delivered to our rooms but were still in their shipping wrappers leaning against the wall. So new that the regulations on how we were to arrange our personal belongings -- which side of which drawer our socks were to be put in, for example -- were constantly changing. We were inspected incessantly. Five demerits in a week would keep you on base for the weekend. I once got 13 in a day! (They were rescinded because we'd been inspected according to new set of regulations that we hadn't yet seen.)
Taken by my roommate, a guy from Illinois (I was from Massachusetts), with the Polaroid camera I brought with me.
Officer Trainee, 1966
Me in August 1966 as an Air Force officer trainee, Class 67C.
I was in a brand new barracks on the Medina Annex to Lackland Air Force Base outside San Antonio, Texas. So new, in fact, that our bunkbeds were empty frames -- the mattresses had been delivered to our rooms but were still in their shipping wrappers leaning against the wall. So new that the regulations on how we were to arrange our personal belongings -- which side of which drawer our socks were to be put in, for example -- were constantly changing. We were inspected incessantly. Five demerits in a week would keep you on base for the weekend. I once got 13 in a day! (They were rescinded because we'd been inspected according to new set of regulations that we hadn't yet seen.)
Taken by my roommate, a guy from Illinois (I was from Massachusetts), with the Polaroid camera I brought with me.