I enlisted in the Air Force with four others from my high school class on August 27, 1956, and was in Flight 941, 3723 Squadron, at Lackland AFB, Texas. My TI was A/1C Neil L. Jackson who had made is third stripe on September 1, and was called off a three-day pass to pick up our flight, half from the north, half from the south and he wasn't happy. I couldn't sleep our first night because it was so hot, windows open and screen doors notwithstanding. I had never experienced such temperatures. We were housed in WWII barracks with the most rudimentary accommodations and trough urinals. Breakfast was OK, but I remember most of us passing up most food for the 'bug juice' that they served at lunch and dinner because we were so thirsty. We regularly passed by the 'no marching' red pennant in front of the orderly room. Fortunately, we were at Lackland only four weeks, after which I was shipped to Warren AFB in Wyoming for the rest of Basic Training and tech school, after which I went to Paris, France for three years. This was only 10 or 11 years after WWII, and I doubt the Air Force could attract their quota of volunteers under the conditions I trained and served under. But I did get to see Europe as the current crop of airmen can now a days.