Rainbow, Rainbow,

Hello folks,
"Rainbow, rainbow don't be blue!"
That's part of a song they used to sing to us in our first week of boot camp. (The second part of the lyric should probably not be repeated here. lol)
"Rainbows" because until you get issued your uniforms, your "greens" you are all wearing different colored civilian clothes...
In fact, first you are a "rainbow", then when you get your greens you are a "pickle", and a week later when you get your name tags sewn on you are a "canned pickle".
Finally, around your 25th day you get your Air Force "blues". (A bunch more uniforms to prep and a new set of shoes to shine.
"PICK "EM UP! PUT 'EM DOWN! PICK 'EM UP! PUT 'EM DOWN!" The training sergeant screamed at us in the first 5 minutes of boot camp. (He was talking about our luggage.)
This was at Lackland Air Force Base in Texas... 1980.
We were still thinking we might go to war with Iran because of the hostage crisis.
We worked very hard through the week and hustled all over the base. Over here to fill out reams of paperwork, getting our shots over there, classes every day... just going to chow was stressful and an ordeal of it's own.
Physical training, daily chores, folding your underwear 6" square.
Marching, marching, marching!
Believe me, you were very busy until lights out at 10 o'clock.
We had to be downstairs in the morning so fast I had to sleep with my socks on. To take the extra few seconds to put them on would make me the last one for muster!
On Saturdays... we would have a party... a "G.I. party"
That is where you strip all the floors and mop, wax and buff them. Even though they already looked like glass.
On Sundays, they really did give us a day of rest...
Oh we were still in the military, make no mistake there... but everyone got to go to church for about four hours. Just hanging out in front shooting the cabbage with your friends for about two hours waiting for the two hour service to begin. Lackland is a big, big base and everyone was at church except maybe the guards at the front gate.
After boot camp I attended tech. school at Chanute AFB in southern Illinois. I was going to be a flight simulator technician... fix the flight simulator, a 35 million dollar machine...
Hot Dog!
After tech. school I was stationed at Holloman AFB and Cannon AFB, both in New Mexico. I worked on the flight simulator and also trained pilots to fly and fight in the air. Some of those pilots might be bird colonels now, I hope they are alright.
I was stateside and at peace time for my whole tour, thank God!
Maybe you have a testimonial of your own experience or of a loved one or questions on what it was like, post 'em here!
Thanks everyone and God Bless and God Bless Our Troops, rainbows and all!
